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Tear My Heart Out '18/'19

9/24/2018

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“The earliest written record of tears is found on Canaanite clay tablets dating from the fourteenth century B.C. Named after the village in northwestern Syria where they were found by archaeologists, the Ras Shamra Texts are a series of clay tablets and fragments of tablets from the ancient city of Ugarit, which was destroyed by an earthquake in the early thirteenth century B.C. The tablets found in the ensuing excavations contain a narrative poem about the death of Ba'al, an earth god worshiped by several ancient Middle Eastern cultures. One of the fragments tells the story of the virgin goddess Anat, the sister of Ba'al, as she hears the news of his death. Quite naturally, she weeps at the news. The accepted scholarly translation is that Anat "continued sating herself with weeping, to drink tears like wine." This, the earliest mention of tears in history, suggests that they are induced by grief, and that they offer satiety, even a kind of intoxication. Hvidberg, the scholar who produced this translation, argues that this version of the story of Ba'al and Anat is related to a ritual of laughing and weeping in ancient pre-Hebrew Canaan, traces of which show up in the Hebrew Bible and a number of other sources. In this springtime ritual, a whole tribe would remove themselves to the desert and together begin to slowly moan and cry, moving from whimpering to weeping to wailing and then, over the course of several days, to frenzied hysterics and finally to laughing exhilaration before dissolving into giggles and resuming everyday life. In these rituals, frantic crying and raucous laughter are not opposed emotional displays but part of a continuum, a continuum based on a belief in emotional expression as a source of fundamental pleasure and social cohesion.” 

TEAR MY HEART OUT is our latest work- in- progress and speaks to the tragic comedy of the human being as plays out multiple roles in an attempt to maintain his perpetual state of separation from the world around him.
We ask what would happen if this perpetual state began to melt, just like a giant iceberg? If the world began to cry us?............And maybe it is...




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Sunday 24th September '17

9/24/2017

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​Space prepared…Loan, Synne and Kari will join us tomorrow.We have been preparing together for some time through conversations and now into our studio/ landscape /theatre to move, to listen, to make, to unmake bodies in space and time; catching words and falling pictures and following threads which weave something together to share with each other and with YOU.
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Friday 22nd September 2017

9/22/2017

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Random things.essentials.layed out.display.debris.deep-sea diving.survival kit.ode to making.everyday objects
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Thursday 21st September '17

9/21/2017

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Wednesday 20th '17

9/20/2017

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LIGHT WATCH
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Tuesday 19th September

9/19/2017

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Cleaning,climbing,covering,hanging,building,tearing,climbing,climbing and more climbing........
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Monday 18th September '17

9/18/2017

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Sunday 17 September '17

9/17/2017

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​Thebodydrawscircles is at Lysaker making fieldrecordings at the waterfall and along the river. Watching the water as it crashes and explodes, hitting black rock. Thebodydrawscircles puts their faces in the thin mist of tiny droplets rising and floating about the waterfall…they track the white foam gathering, catching the current moving upstream like small floating islands touching , almost meeting , not quite crashing, circulating and disappearing. The drone of an aeroplane above interrupts the recording…..stop…pause..wait….start again. Listen body is here crouching under trees catching sounds suddenly so far away from everything and so close to something. Eyes scan the ground finding shreds of black plastic & an old washed up shoe. Rivers take things, carry things , toss things about and drop things on shorelines like the shoe and beige stockings now caught on sticks, perhaps dragged from a summer day upstream. Rivers don’t stop running, currents continue crossing over and over again and again and again bringing us the silt of underneath places, playing us endless melodies and watching us trying to catch some fish.
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