PUNTOS DE PARTIDA

DENNIS SOLO

20-08-2025

• Song with the rhythmic letters. What word are we spelling? - make the rhythm visual with the movement
• Line of hands / Line of light
• Pinocchio - Building the signs. The others are moving one person to make him sign. 
• Negative spaces - Threading - As a tool for creating duos and trios with SL. 
• Sign snake
• Hand shape and movement qualities to create a short solo. Which hand shapes? Which qualities? 
• Spoken word audio, the dancer is signing/expressing what the voice is saying. This means that they can also visualise the text through movement. Play with literal and non-literal. 

First Draft of Dennis Text:

Fire, i feel it, its rushing, rushing, rushing into my bloodstream.
My underarms, tingeling, shaking, wanting to let out the energy.
Trapped by my skin, swimming underneath. No place to escape. To go where, into
space?
Am I superman, sending energy into space, lengthing, stretching. Wanna scream
with my arm, with my wrist, with my hands, letting go of my fire, my energy. Send it
into space.
Stretchhhhhhhing
My legs, supporting my energy, strong, reaching/sending my arms into space,
reaching/sending my legs into the floor. A magnet for the earths energy, growing
even more, reaching, sending, go go go go go go go go go go, aaand AAHHhh. Rest,
be big, be lengthenth. Relaxed in my body, sending out everything. Starting to shake,
to let go of my energy, to give it space in my hand. Reaching up into the sky, isolating
the fire, fire focusing. It melts back into arm like lava. Feeling my shoulder starting to
energise and to lengthen. Feeling free, free in my body, spacious legs, long arms,
sending my fire into space. Up down, back front, left, right, all at the same time.
My energy, my fire, in my chest, right below my sternum. Standing, acknowledging
my fire.
My right arm internally vibrating. Grounded, controlling my energy,
I start moving into space. Follow where my fire leads me. I am here. I am here. I am
here where my fire wants me to be. My fire, so big, my body wants to send it into
space. Moving grounded, rounded, circles everywhere in my body. My legs carrying
me, on the floor. The floor, supporting me, my energy. My contra energy, making sure
I can send my energy into space, to share my energy with you. You experience my
energy. Energy, energy, my inner fire, its hot, its fire, its red, its yellow, its orange. Is
your energy like this too?
Lets feel the fire, let it go, listen to it, let it lead you. Your energy, can you feel mine. I
am sending it to you with my libs. Can my energy reach yours? Can it lighten your
energy? can we energy together? Do you feel free? Free inside your body to let the
energy stream into your body.
does your body feel free? Free for the energy, the energy that makes you feel alive.
To feel free in your body.
My fire,, your fire, our fire, let it through, to feel.
to feel alive, to feel emotions.
The fire to be you!!!!!

24-10-2025

Anneloes

3 parts. Audio description like Storytelling. 

Dennis

Octopus man with many many hands. 

Hugs

STARTING POINTS

• Party time!!!!!!
• Sweat 
• Giving in completely 
• Precision - SL - Hands 
• Opposites living together: grounding to secure total freedom. 
• I want to see your rocking head
•  I want to see your centre shake
•  I want to see your chest burst
• I want to see your fucking eloquent hands
• Lina y una tela larga. ¿Qué es posible?
• Duo de contact de Majo y David fuera de las sillas. Los demás apoyan físicamente para hacer posible de todo.
• Fabian volando encima de todos.
• Strobe light with slow movement and fast music y
• Duo. Una voz dice “te toco el hombro” “yo paso por debajo” “giro y te suelto “ etc Andrea Constanzo

POEM DENNIS

Head and body, connected or detached.
Fiery highways, the veins within my body.

The little fire, resting on my diaphragm,
Just beneath my ribcage,
The source of emotions, the feeling of life.
My inner fire and I, we are one.
I am the fire, the fire is mine.
Together, we are one.

The calm that's needed to let my inner fire burn.
The thoughts in my head, that smother the flame.

Connected, to be balance,
Being in the moment, to

To feel free,
To let the fire burn.

CREAR LOS POEMAS PERSONALES

1. Calentamiento enrraizados - en relación al fuego 

2. Conectarse con la luz en el espacio - sombras - tu proyectas la luz 

3. Escritura automática - 5 mins - no parar de escribir - Mi fuego interno es. Dónde siento el fuego

4. Papel mantequilla sobre el texto. Se escogen 10 palabras (verbos, adjetivos)

5. Tachar 5 palabras tachadas 

6. Reemplazo 5 

7. Crear un nuevo texto con esa edición 

8. Escoge 4 que interpretamos a LS

IDEA: CANCION ELECTRPNICA DE LETRAS

• Componer una canción basada en letras. La referencia está arriba. ¿Qué estamos deletreando?
• Soncronía entre sonido, movimeinto y luces.
• A cada bailarín se le asigna una letra. Siguen el ritmo: jueguen con los espacios, solo manos y pecho, tal vez también caderas.
• LS + Groove
• ¡Se convierte en una fiesta fantástica!
• Luces de concierto. Grandes haces, luces láser.

• Compose a song based on letters. The reference is above. What do we spell?
• Each dancer has a letter assigned. They go with the rhythm: play with spacing, only hands and chest, maybe also hips.
• SL + Groove 
• It becomes a fantastic party!
• Concert Lights. Big beams, laser lights. 

POEM BY ANNELOES

1.

Blue one, extremely hot

Or cold

Or whatever

It doesn’t matter

She’s there

She fuels

Grounds, solidifies, stabilizes

Boundless depths

Endless force

Everything she touches grows stronger

She holds everything together

Draws everything in

So it all belongs

2.

Yellow one, shining bright lighting

Continuously growing, unfolding, overflowing

Pouring in

and out

Ripple

and tickle

Purifying wildness

3.

When my fire fades

or when I cant find her anywhere

I dissolve

I fall apart in 1000 pieces

every piece hidden underneath 1000 riddles

No one knows how

to solve them

Where are you?

Don’t you wanna be with me anymore?

Gone, lost

Smoldering, hissing, rustling

Still traces of this destructive fire

DANCING LIKE FIRE

• 2 botlles of wine
• 1 cup of coffee 
• Choreo

POEM BY LAISVIE 

I feel it on the outer layer of my body,

when sweat drips from every pore.

It starts in my lungs—

and if the belly-feeling is good enough,

it radiates straight to my thighs.

Just before it takes over

I am out of breath.

I think I can’t go on.

I don’t want to.

But if I push a little further,

if I resist a little longer,

it breaks through—

it takes me whole.

It’s like when we danced in rubber boots,

throwing our bodies to the floor,

all together, like cattle,

like free cows in the llanura.

Very dramatic, very euphoric, extremely enjoyable.

And then—

it allows me to listen.

I become the most creative person I can be:

interconnected, moving with what I sense

inside and outside,

making the perfect joke,

understanding the outcast,

igniting fire in those around me.