All good goes back to work, because the private body is political, and in Needcompany this also means that art is not based on rules of political correctness. Or, as Lauers put it provocatively: “What do we do when the world interferes with art?” Instead, he is concerned with identity, and especially his own, whether the stories are true or not, because the stage is ultimately exactly where illusion triumphs over truth.
In Lauers’ view, something like beauty can be made even in extreme conditions. The statue, made of 800 blue and green glass spheres, initially appears as a “useless” installation, yet is immediately charged with meaning. Mahmoud, one of the last glassblowers in the formerly prosperous glass-making city of Hebron, making fields for Needcompany, beautiful things that must first find their purpose. Lauers would like to talk about him, a picture that shows him in action, but not much more can be said, the situation in the West Bank is very delicate.
Beauty has a price
Grace Elaine Barkey, choreographer (her piece “Malam/Night” will be shown at ImPulsTanz July 20), Needcompany co-founder and wife of the Lauwers, finds all kinds of interpretations of blue-green artwork: in Christianity it will be Christmas balls, in the tears of Islam and none Totally debt, they simply thought they were a profitable source of income.
“All the Good” will be shown again on July 19 at 9:00 pm at the Volkstheater as part of the ImPulsTanz Festival.
However, for performers, they are very risky, as performers continue to injure themselves on a broken ball. Her bleeding wounds show that beauty has a price. But until the end of the two-hour show, the colossal statue turns several times, this is a fragile transparent roundabout in the form of a stegosaurus, which is credited with having a small brain in the head and a second in the pelvis.
art or sex
Following the thesis that art is a transcendental impulse, Lauwers abandons sexuality. His neglectful wife, who ultimately bears the consequences, tells us about this decision with more bitterness than irony. She and her daughter Rumi are looking for a lover on the dating platform Tinder, who – fortunately – is a member of the group.
The brief affair ends in disaster, as young Martin is part of the theater family, which Laures believes should in no way be endangered—and certainly not in this way. As Barkey amuses the odd situation, it becomes clear that the self-importance of one fashion designer and father Familias inevitably comes at the expense of the other. And last but not least, the role of the Lauwers is the only one played by the actor (Benoit Gob), while the others play theirs, because beware, one thing should be clear: your illusionist.
Associations and chaos
In many ways, the show raises Lauwers’ central question, “What does the vagina say about the state of the world?” In doing so, he draws the seemingly logical arc from Gustave Courbet’s famous depiction of a female womb from 1866’s The Origin of the World into his daughter’s deepest being.
In doing so, he touches upon the Baroque painter Artemisia Gentileschi, who was previously neglected by the history of patriarchal art and was the first woman to paint in oil paint. Reducing female creativity to their biology meant that Gentileschi was not only ignored for her art, but also tortured, punished, and raped. While ex-model Ingie asks Lauers’ son Victor to re-enact scenes of sexual violence, Lauers reflects on his struggle as a father when his daughter Rumi falls in love with former Israeli elite soldier Elek Nev.
“We don’t say kill”
“How many people did you kill?” Parents want to know. Elek evasively replies: “We don’t say kill, we say collect ears.” Today he is a dancer and it is impossible to say whether anything in this story is true or not. Thus, in an almost chaotic synchronization of movement, music, and dialogue, difficult topics and difficult questions are casually hinted at, picked up again and dropped.
At the end of the show, Lauers declared Dutch master Rogier van der Weyden’s painting “Descent from the Cross” the pinnacle of art: beauty lies in his freedom, without any warning of the trigger. Not bad that he forgot the need for dramaturgy in this sprawling feat. ImPulsTanz fans enthusiastically praised the performance.