In October 2017, we welcomed Oaxacan contemporary dancer Evelyn Mendez to New York to perform a dance of Healing and Rebuilding in support of earthquake relief efforts in Mexico.  

THESE EVENTS ARE PRODUCED IN PARTNERSHIP WITH 99 SCOTT, AN ARTS VENUE IN BROOKLYN.  

 

PROGRAMA  DANZA DE CURACIÓN Y RECONSTRUCCIÓN

// October 13th 2017 // 

performance & choreography EVELYN MENDEZ

with POCOAPOCO & 99 SCOTT

music & direction  ALBERTO REVILLA

floral  SAIPUA

textiles  APRIL VALENCIA

install  BRIAN BUTTERFIELD

candles  FREDERICKS & MAE

lambrusco ELEVEN 36

food  MISCELANEA

 

// LA DANZA // 

According to indigenous mythology, the dying must cross 9 rivers before they can rest in peace. Similarly, the living begin a journey to find peace in their loss.

By Mexican tradition, death is a gate that can be opened as desired during a few days of the year.  Those who have passed can return again through the sharing of joy, music, food and personal objects with their loved ones. In the other times, these objects often act as physical representations of spirits that can not be seen or touched. 

Created in Oaxaca, this performance explores attachment, memory and transition in times of loss and release.  It moves to find acceptance and understanding in the joy and pain that life provokes.

Performed in New York, the dance reflects what is shifted or lost though change of place and the context of cultural history. 

// EVELYN MENDEZ //

is a dancer and choreographer born in Oaxaca.  She has been performing since 2008, beginning in the Compañía Estatal de Danza Contemporánea de Oaxaca. In 2013 she left the company to create her own work independently and in partnership with various artists.

// POCOAPOCO // 

is a Oaxaca-based residency project offering space for creative exploration and a platform for collective intelligence, supporting cross-cultural and multidisciplinary exchange of research, conversation, and community between Mexico and the US.  

 

// EL NOVENO OLVIDO //

by Raquel Olvera (a translation)

1

the horizon line

for me, is forever erased

a tree burns a mountain

yet my heart feels nothing

 

2

no chestnuts or cypress

in the air of this road, 

this is our destiny

to swim in water with no fish

 

it slipped out of my hands

the sun

of midday

 

the skin

suddenly knew

that the heat

was not giving back the words

 

i am animal of the hill. 

i have nothing in my perpetual eyes

and my nature is not human

 

sometimes i have bread

sometimes cold

 

if i go down to drink

in the deep reflection of my eyes

nothing is being asked

 

i am a fungus, a fern

 

the vibration of the wind stopped

 

the boundaries of the light are separating us

each particle like an arrow in the target

it is saying this is over

 

a thunderbolt strikes my female identity

 

your body dissapates into the dust of the darkness

 

i am the captian of a black ship

always embracing the anchor

how to venture into the abyss

a heart without eyes

 

i am the captian of a mutinied ship

 

every one of my bones is a burning candle

the flames of pain give a violet color

joy has no color

 

3

i will forget everything

the spring and the hail

the paralysis of my arms

the purpose of the magnolia and the azucenas

the secrets the seeds keep

and the air

 

i will die every time it is needed

 

perhaps one day i will experience what they tell me of the light

 

...in the past century

nobody has crossed this bridge

 

i’ve only come here

to show the bitterness

that i don’t belong to it

 

 
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