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
textiles APRIL VALENCIA
install BRIAN BUTTERFIELD
candles FREDERICKS & MAE
lambrusco ELEVEN 36
// 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)
the horizon line
for me, is forever erased
a tree burns a mountain
yet my heart feels nothing
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
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
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
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