The moment I step off the tram in Scheveningen, I am hit by that familiar scent of salt and the touch of the North Sea wind. One by one, we enter the nautical-t...
Everything passes and everything stays,
but our fate is to pass,
to pass making paths,
paths on the sea. (Machado 2012, p. 33 transl. author)
Because ...
Searching in the local quality of movement in contemporary dance and its local references.
It is all about recalling the needs of moving/dancing and expressing...
Virtual Reality satisfies Western voyeurism without consequence. It will not blunt the global fervor to hinder the movement of bodies.
CLOUDSÂ Over Sidra, the U...
The water is made up of a thousand and one different currents, each one a different color, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtak...