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Råttmånaden
2020
Skogen, Göteborg
Turteatern, Stockholm
Råttmånaden is a dense and prolonged time. It is a place made up of elusive currents, filth, parasites that turn out to be your entire family, holes that lead to more holes in an ever-expanding network of images. A piece of scenic poetry where images move into language, language brings forth the animals and the animals move into the mountain.
You will still be sitting there watching. Through a window, a place will spread out. Field of view, streams, watering holes. Through the window glass, it will hit you in pulsing waves, becoming a series of images. You will be completely enveloped. At the end of the sight, you catch a glimpse of the outline of a mountain. Everything will be there on the other side of the glass. You will follow them along the way into the world. You will follow out of your goodwill, with the best intention. The more you follow, the more they unfold.
A dizzying animal will brush past and a sound will wake you up at night. You will follow a procession of wasps, pigs, and fur rats as they journey towards your mountain. A gray suggestion to be sucked in, you won't be able to resist, and why would you.
You stretch out your eyes but can't reach them. You reach your fingers towards the mountain, and the mountain bursts into song.
You will still be sitting there watching. Through a window, a place will spread out. Field of view, streams, watering holes. Through the window glass, it will hit you in pulsing waves, becoming a series of images. You will be completely enveloped. At the end of the sight, you catch a glimpse of the outline of a mountain. Everything will be there on the other side of the glass. You will follow them along the way into the world. You will follow out of your goodwill, with the best intention. The more you follow, the more they unfold.
A dizzying animal will brush past and a sound will wake you up at night. You will follow a procession of wasps, pigs, and fur rats as they journey towards your mountain. A gray suggestion to be sucked in, you won't be able to resist, and why would you.
You stretch out your eyes but can't reach them. You reach your fingers towards the mountain, and the mountain bursts into song.
Concept, text & performer: Johanna Malm
Concept text & directing: Olof Runsten
Projection: Maja Korpi
Light design: Christoffer Lloyd
Bird & Bird costume: Clara Nergårdh
Performer during rehearsal: Tyra Wigg
Music by: Mattias Malm, Sonja Tofik, Marlena Lampinen & Plastic Corp/Christoffer Lloyd
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