Monday, 9 am
The first morning
The dancefloor becomes a workshop: chairs in an arc facing the booth, one computer each, and the whole barn for a screen. Cables come out of bags, and the hunt begins for an extension lead, then a second one.
64 artists who have come through the barn
Monday, 9 am
The dancefloor becomes a workshop: chairs in an arc facing the booth, one computer each, and the whole barn for a screen. Cables come out of bags, and the hunt begins for an extension lead, then a second one.
Monday, 1 pm
At the big table, the talk is still of surfaces and masks as the salt goes round. Strangers this morning, they are already talking over each other.
Monday, 4 pm
The same rectangle goes onto the same wall until it lands exactly right, to the pixel, and then it is warped on purpose. Whoever is leading stays on their feet at the booth; the others write everything down, jokes included.
Monday, 7 pm
In the evening, the computers are closed and everyone moves to the open shed: sauna, wood-fired hot tub, sauna. The ones who swore they wouldn't go in are the last out of the water.
Monday night
After one last try on the back wall, two or three lights left on, the barn does something rare: it sleeps. The dancefloor is empty at the hour when it is usually full.
Tuesday, at sunrise
The sun rises on the dancefloor side, as it does on party mornings, except that this time the people watching it have slept. Coffee, bread, and the chairs still waiting in their arc from the day before.
Wednesday, 10 am
Habits have set in: everyone knows where the sockets are, who takes sugar, and which chair creaks. The questions are no longer those of the first morning.
Thursday, 6 pm
Each person shows what they made on the back wall, lights off. Then the dancefloor goes back to being a dancefloor, the chairs are stacked, and everyone leaves with more files than they will ever open.
On Friday morning, the barn is silent, the extension leads are put away, and someone is coiling the last cable. What was made here has gone home inside the computers.
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Winnezeele, French Flanders · Scenography and lighting: Iluma Visual · What's missing
The dancers' steps are real motion-captured dances: DeepDance, Wallace, Nymoen, Martin and Tørresen (2022), CC BY 4.0.
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