Lately, I have found myself drawn to two worlds that, unexpectedly, seem to ask the same question.
The first is ancient myths of death- the ways people imagined it centuries ago, the forms they gave it, its images and omens, the danse macabre, the messengers, and the thresholds between worlds.
The second is Anemoia – nostalgia for a time we never actually experienced; a memory that is not ours, a sense of closeness without a past.
In both cases, there is nothing we can truly remember – and yet, the body responds. I want to explore how the body experiences the presence of something it may have never known, and how it responds to what lies beyond personal memory and experience.
At the heart of the work is a question: can movement become a way of touching what cannot be grasped — something we cannot know, but perhaps can still feel?
