ZAJ
Voices surround me.
Advice, remarks, reactions.
Over time, these sentences begin to repeat.
They come from outside, but continue within.
It is not always clear where a thought begins.
Nor how much of it stays.
There are moments when it is difficult to decide what to believe.
Each of them can feel true at the same time— or completely unreliable.
In this density, the question is not always what is happening, but what can shift something.
Whether there is a point where the voices do not disappear, but simply lose their control.
FAL
My body is my only anchor
I can be lost in my mind, but never in my body
But body is limited I dream of disappearing by dancing
That is my purpose and the impossible request to which I expose myself
Today a new attempt
Tomorrow another I collect new attempts
They are the only thing I possess Is this my life?
In the pure and beautiful moment of ceasing to do and simply existing, the human condition begins to emerge and reveal itself. A sense of lightness and heaviness meet at a single point. Is it an edge that unites or separates them?
ZAJ
Direction and choreography: Edit Domoszlai
Music: Előd Abonyi/előd/, Arnold Darányi/ásvány/
Costume design: Hegedűs Dóra
Set design: Horváth Jennifer
Featuring the voice: Imelda Hajd
FAL
Direction and choreography: Recuerdo número 7 (Enrique López, Javier Ara)
Music: Alex Aller, Javier Ara
Lighting design: Javier Ara
Costume design: Dora Hegedus
Set design: Jenny Horváth