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DansBrabant is active in creating a positive dance climate in the south of the Netherlands, to show a wide variety of challenging perspectives through dance and to help talented choreographers practise their profession in a robust and independent way, with a sound artistic and conceptual basis. DansBrabant currently collaborates with Katja Heitmann, Corpo Máquina/ Guilherme Miotto, Hilde Elbers, Johnny Lloyd and Sandman/Sabine Molenaar.

DansBrabant focuses particularly on assigning words to dance and encouraging discussion on dance. In this way, we hope to increase the interest in the medium, both in terms of quantity and quality. In this regard, our publications are diversely instrumental and we work together with journalists,a cionados, specialists and literary authors.

Water floats if allowed to

On Lois Alexander’s performance Neptune

A stream of poetry-consciousness from seeing Lois Alexander’s performance Neptune. Written by: Rania Broud (Norway).

A Preparation for this Stage

Punk Your Spirit by Keren Rosenberg

‘At first, I am not sure if the transmission is grainy, but soon realize that the body is covered in some kind of golden coating.’

Essay on emptiness

Part 1: Silence

What does it mean to be a human being in a time of pandemic, and can art provide alleviation?

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

Texts that get under your skin

They were guests for three days at Theaterfestival Boulevard: writers Saskia from ‘s-Hertogenbosch, Elske from Antwerp, Anette and Rania from Bergen in Norway and David from New York.

Emotions in circles

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

You are here – Says this years Boulevard Theaterfestival’s slogan. Here I am. Excited and nervous for the unexpected. Perhaps just like the performer(s).

There she could/had to participate

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

‘I’m reminded of a good friend of ours who, when he comes to stay, finishes off all our milk. He is cheerful and disarming. He has no trouble asking for what he wants.’

Bodies

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

‘We’ve come to a workshop more than a performance. And we might not have asked for it, but really what else is there to learn but how to care for one another, how to connect, how to love.’

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

To practice togetherness in public

‘I realise, small moments of togetherness have always moved me, especially when they happen between strangers. The way we form temporary units or collectives is very appealing to me.’

Go ahead and look

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

‘I think she’s naturally kind, even kinder because of her early brush with mortality, grateful for every new day, that sort of thing.’

D&D SummerSchool

My hopeless attempts to connect

‘But here I am. Only two blocks away from home. Attending workshops.
About intimacy and making contact.’

I’ll show you

Dance&Dare SummerSchool

‘All those eyes on her body. All those different eyes, with different thoughts, with different perceptions of looking, of seeing.’

Human beings

Essay on Performing Gender Night

I was at the theatre and found myself in a modern-day paradise. The most beautiful trees in the world were not there, neither were the brightly coloured parrots sitting in those trees. No river graced by elegant swans and no schools of fish swimming in that river. No romping tigers and no curious horses. No […]

Organism of Bodies

Essay on Performing Gender Night

‘The group moved around each other and with each other organically, forming a constellation of bodies. Planets moving around their own core and the cores of each other.’ 

Words for dance, dancing words

Dance & Dare – Final essay

‘A modern form of physical being in the world is when you see people patting their trouser pocket for their mobile phone.’

System Error

Dance & Dare – Essay on Siri Loves Me

‘Sometimes I wish I knew for certain which steps to take and when to take them.’

Thin Line

Dance & Dare – Essay on Even Worse

‘If it happens accidentally, we call it falling.
If intended, we call it dance.’

For Nico

Dance & Dare – The beginning

‘You describe wild dancing, cowboy-style. Bowls of snacks and glass-topped tables people fall through.’