Belinda Winkelmann Dance is Transformation

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THE PRESENCE OF THE BUTTERFLIES


In the context of the dance production 
THE PRESENCE OF THE BUTTERFLIES 
a dance solo and a short film have emerged from the artistic dialogue between Belinda Winkelmann and Raúl Martínez.
 

DANCE SOLO - THE PRESENCE OF THE BUTTERFLIES
Like a caterpillar that dissolves its entire being during metamorphosis to become a butterfly, dancer Raúl Martínez (El Salvador) embodies a transformation that affects us all in his solo "The Presence of the Butterflies". It is about the light and shadow of the past, the fleetingness of our present and a living future. 
"The Presence of the Butterflies" is a dance journey through the artist's biography, linked to aspects of Latin American history. A memory of the indigenous ancestors who lived in harmony with nature. But also a reminder of the conquests and colonialism. The dance solo is about the anger towards the exploitation of this continent, the potential of forgiveness and tells of a vision of the coexistence of life. It is a journey that hosts many people, tells many stories and dreams many dreams.


Premiere: FRI 01.12. 2023 | 8PM
Further performances: SAT 02.12, 8PM I SUN 03.12, 7PM
E-Werk Freiburg, Saal

FESTIVAL INTERNACIONAL NÓMADA, El Salvador       
SAT 16.03, TUE 19.03. 2024, 8PM


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FILM - THE PRESENCE OF THE BUTTERFLIES

“The strongest human is the one who can hold a butterfly by the wings without harming it.” Raúl Martínez

 

The movie "The Presence of the Butterflies" was created as part of the artistic exploration of the biography of the dancer Raul Martínez in a choreographic dialogue with Belinda Winkelmann.

 

Text of the Movie:
We have become accustomed to empty spaces of love, gloomy and gray, drifting through thoughts of smog and traffic, to small islands, bubbles of pleasure built for those who can afford them. We have become accustomed to swimming among plastic objects, tides of cans and bottles, both above and below, to the disposable, the throwaway, the constant change of material things but not emotional ones…

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