Sunday the 25th of June at 3pm

Residency & presentation @ Villa Empain

Andros Zins-Brown & Karthik Pandian

Pandian and Zins-Browne have been exploring the notion of "freedom of movement" in politics, film, and dance. This summer at the Villa, they will expand this exploration into the realm of fiction, telling stories of raves at the Pyramids of Giza, arms dealers entangled within the black art market, a dance troupe of nomadic dromedaries, a bossy animal talent agent, a family of refugees hired to play extras on the set of a Hollywood film about the Arab Spring, two artists obsessively promoting a camel internet meme from a cabin in Vermont with spotty wifi, the death of an American University student from the UAE at a nightclub on the Spree in Berlin… The two will periodically inhabit a public room of the Villa to share some of these narratives with the public, culminating in an afternoon of storytelling which we warmly invite you to join.
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EXPO Dolores Bouckaert @ Jan Dhaese

"Right now, any dialogue is theater, total artificial and manipulative crap."

"I ate myself and I want to die", she said. I remember how and when she spoke those unusual words. Few years back I woke up my parasitic twin from her sleep and I looked her in the eyes, her ominous, dark and dead eyes, right there, you see, two, deep poisonous wells that dug holes right through her skull. She is the illness. Her cold skin felt rough like an old dog yet somehow she always managed to seduce me. I can't part from her, not yet, not today at least, I need to hold on to her. It has always been this way between us. Heavy and charged, moving slow if moving at all.

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I want to stay home with you as long as you don't speak to me. Right now, any dialogue is theater, total artificial and manipulative crap. My body and soul are tired of acting, pretending and obeying. My subdued rage is perverse and it's exhausting me. I need energy to unleash it, to break out of it, to break you. I am you and I am a reflection. Sit quietly. Don't move, I need to breathe.


Meanwhile: The dog runs around all the time, jumps up and down like a careless child and turns into a horse and then back into a dog totally the weirdest kind of magic trick that, even more weirdly, no one here pays attention to no more. That dog is always here. He is a painter, filthy and he reeks of death, always been homeless. I will probably go astray with him. Bravely join the pack of abandoned dogs, wild outsiders, exiled wrongdoers, beasts that go everywhere uninvited and unashamed. My heart is astray anyway, always been on a freeway going and going and going to god knows where. Who knew that home's the only place I was looking for all this time. Somewhere out there, I thought. The world, out there. It makes me sick. What else that afternoon?

The sun came out with hesitation. The family record player spins grainy tunes of Delta blues while mom paints the unpaintable with the heaviest bricks tied to her hands, wishing they were goddess-like feathers instead, capable of effortlessly translating her tormented thoughts onto the canvas. Art is theater. I observe and I mimic it and when I do I receive applause and it sounds like unsatisfactory rolls of thunder. I want more of it. I was naked as a child but now my dress is red. Once, I was your cute little hairless pet. I remember my youngest and most fragile skin carried high above your heads, like a circus trophy to be seen by all black-hearted clowns, jokers and magicians and this parade goes on and on, and then, the loudest, most brutal, final shotgun bangggggg. Reality kills the spirit, it knocks it right out. Your black teeth blast out your prison-like head. All for the sake of this. The invisible, unreachable and always pending masterpiece is identified as the great leader of the cult called "Art". Ghosts. Total decadence. Pitiful and immature. I mimic and I become. I convert. I am one of the admirers and participants, eventhough I don't want it, I think I am a reflection of you. But I look the other way, and

The air turns cold. The door opens and people enter the room and the room is empty; they could have seen that through the window, makes me wonder, should I open it even further? Am I having a private or a public day? I can't remember. All my stuff is gone so what do you want, it's kinda unsettling but every once in a while I have to get rid of my stuff in order to start fresh. I shake off my sick skin while blood flows in and out of me. Everyone has a routine and this is mine. I'm new all the time, fueled, yet I'm not a deity. Like you, I'm subjected to all common human fragility, temporality, frustration, boredom, value and so on. Do you also measure in millimeters because the distance between life and death is exactly one millimeter? Do you also build entire worlds in that twilight zone of a micro-space? This railroad space is my stage and the current performance is life, my life, and your life through my life. That happens when we connect, when that door opens and you invade this space. Not far from here someone is speaking softly into my ear, about memories good and bad, death listens along, sometimes three minutes sometimes three hours we don't keep track. And I carry everything like a brave and strong vessel. Always in service of. "Take me with you", we sing quietly.

I showed you the end and we already forgot the beginning. A brief moment of harmonious peace occured at noon when there are no shadows when the sun is highest. My father's solar flared eyes. My heart rests. I sit here now and I wait. (…) All of this is my art. All of this, is.

Text by Jan Van Woensel
Expo 28 May - 2nd July at Jan Dhaese, Ajuinlei 15B, 9000 Ghent, Belgium.

ON TOUR

NACHTELIJK SYMPOSIUM with Bernard Van Eeghem

by Mesut Arslan / KVS & Platform 0090

"Zonder huiskameranekdotiek, in de bizarre context van een arena, komt het stuk ongemeen sterk binnen." De Morgen
"Wat het allemaal samen houdt, zijn de acteurs. Ina Geerts en co. jumpen op en over de rand, roepen elkaar bijna ri­tueel aan, om de ander dan ge­niepig in de hoek te drijven. Nog meer dan hun tekst zegt hun lijf. Kleine stapjes, zwiepen­de hoofden, krassende nagels in de vloer: hun spel zoekt dezelf­de schurende gelaagdheid als de hele voorstelling." De Standaard
Meer info + speellijst: KVS

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A great start of Simon Mayer / Kopf Hoch new show!

in the press (for now only in dutch)

In Oh Magic, Simon Mayer confronts the technological and manipulative magic of theatre with the organic and spiritual magic of traditional rituals. He creates a level playing field between human elements and technical elements, music and dance, in search of a new harmony. Exploring the therapeutic potential of movement and sound and drawing on meditation and shamanism, Oh Magic attempts to establish a profound connection between living beings and reconciles people used to the old way of life with their technological environment.
Review (NL)
NEW: overviewing text in Booklet kunstenfestivaldesarts (FR/ENG/NL)

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CONCERT

Christina Vantzou / Dj Maurice Ravel , Moana

Sunday 14 May at noon, Netwerk - Aalst.

Spend your sunday afternoon in Aalst (Belgium) with an exclusive concert by Christina, an Amercian composer, graphic designer and video artist who lives and works in Brussels. Her musical work is known from an earlier collaborative project The Dead Texan together with Adam Witzie (Stars of the Lid). Ever since, she created three solo albums of orchestral ambient music for the music label Kranky. Her instrumental electro-acoustic music, influenced by classic and minimalistic traditions, refers to peers such as Jóhan Jóhansson, Ólafur Arnalds of Dustin O'Halloran. Her albums are often supported by dreamy shortfilms.

NEW WEBSITE

Erki De Vries & Pieter Huybrechts

Known as the scenographer of Thomas Ryckewaert

Erki De Vries was closely involved in the productions 'Golem', 'Portrait' and 'Homo Sapiens'.
Check out his new website: www.bookproject.eu

news of the office

BIVAK - Hiros artists and the firm united

We've been playing in the sandbox!

Due to the financial cut and some changes at the office (like our office itself, new address will be announced soon) we took the opportunity to reorientate. At Pianofabriek and under the guidance of Nicolas Galeazzi of a.pass, we came together remodel our structure. Where this has leaded too, will be first further investigated. Don't expect big changes, but we'll do like to sharpen up Hiros characteristics in a healthy work environment for all.