CONTEMPORARY PREMIERE
Two choreographic visions unfold within a shared space, where the body becomes both witness and instrument, exploring connection, disconnection, and the fragile line between life and absence. This evening brings together Iacopo Loliva’s Smash Me Softly and Kinga Varga’s Kompót, creating a dialogue between somatic tension and instinctual release, between emotional vulnerability and existential inquiry.
Together, these pieces form a landscape where intimacy meets isolation, where presence and absence slip into one another, and where dance becomes both a visceral encounter and a reflective exploration, an open field for questioning, sensation, and the complex rhythms of human existence.
PROGRAM:
13th of March at 19:00 :
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"Kompót"
by KINGA VARGA
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- Intermission -
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"Smash me Softly"
by IACOPO LOLIVA
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14th of March at 19:00:
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"Kompót"
by KINGA VARGA
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"Smash me Softly"
by IACOPO LOLIVA
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Smash me softly
Choreographer : Iacopo Loliva
Length: 25 min
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“Smash me softly” is a study on disconnection, a quiet violence where bodies collide, reach, and retreat. As movements misalign and attempts at connection dissolve, the choreography captures the constant slipping between contemporary human interactions.
In a world where virtuality creates the illusion of global connection, the piece reveals the somatic disconnection and the real isolation of bodies interacting only through mediated channels, making us drift between presence and absence.
Kompót
Choreographer: Kinga Varga
Lenght 45 min
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Kompót explores the deep journey of human life, desires, natural instincts, and pure physicality. Known for its powerful and emotional impact, the performance highlights the fragile line between life and death — showing how, in one moment, we are alive, full of dreams and thoughts, and in the next, we can be just a body without life, colourless, weightless, and empty. Ultimately, it questions the notions of meaning and indifference: Can we prepare ourselves for this journey? Who knows what matters, or who decides what is important? Is death a dark tragedy, or just a part of our everyday life…
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