Two performers. Two bottles. Two messages. Two fresh water sources. Two oceans. Two tide tables. Two cameras. One film.
Two dancers’ bodies separated by skin, screen and sea look out towards the horizon and acknowledge the third body that lies between: the ocean, a body of salt water at the same concentration as their own. They are asking 'how do we communicate across distance?' that of time and space, that which exists between our awareness of global crisis and our local everyday behaviours, the split between our humanity and our ecology, the chasm between the scale of what we need to do and what we are not doing? Can we reach out with, across, and through the transformative, immersive medium of water and telematic touch?
Fantastical stories abound of rescue and heroship arising from a ‘message in a bottle’ found washed ashore; a method of communication employed as a desperate measure, scribed with unwavering hope that someone, near or far, might find it. And in those stories, someone always does, and this person always responds…
In these desperate times for our water sources what would our messages in a bottle read today? How are we so intimately connected by water, but at the same time separated by it and from it? Dropped in the Ocean is a trans-national, split-screen performance project that seeks to find connection where dissonance now exists: the culmination of an ongoing exchange of fresh water, words and images by sea mail and email, bottling the possibilities of universals and specifics of locality vis-à-vis water.
When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o’ the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that; move still, still so,
And own no other function
Shakespeare The Winter’s Tale IV, iv
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