I wonder if the excessice attention we lavish onto our bodies, in fact transcends the limits of our reason. Do we dancers suffer from hypochondria? That question has inspired me to create this piece.
The pain virutally turns into a dancing partner and is expressed by the vehicle of the »body« using the vocabulary of extremely dynamic yet asynchronous movements. This highly dramatic argument with my own body ends abruptly only to be substituted by a lyrical picture in which I literally »lick my wounds«. It’s just like some wounded animal returning to his den and trying to alleviate the pain.