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I'm looking for the "border where I am no longer understood“.
Asking myself the questions: Can hearing be resistance? Or are we only an echo of the others? A resonance chamber of the eternally same?
Between music, instrument, body and language, Ruth Kemna's solo performance explores the limits of the audible and dissects the patterns of perception inscribed in us and the actions that follow from them.
With music from G. Kurtag's "Signs, games and messages" and
K. Penderecki’s Solo Viola piece “Cadenza“ and texts by Enis Maci and Ruth Kemna
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