“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.” ― Virginia Woolf, The Waves.
A visual story about the secret life of words. How language creates and destroys, and how in the end when all words fail only the body remains as a vessel to tell our stories. At first language, words and a logical narrative are guides. Then, gradually miscommunication, misunderstanding and misinterpretation get in the way. The dancers cling onto the lost, last words, before the only things that are left are sounds and the way their bodies move through space. Will they lose each other in the end, too? Or is there salvation in letting go of language and resort to dancing?
“Words Like Violence” is the final part in a trilogy about the human condition.
Key elements like ‘loss’ (All the poems I didn’t send), ‘constraint’ (Season
Syndrome) and ‘language’ (Words Like Violence) all have been research subjects, translating them to dance on film.