Winter in Melbourne. We do four shows with an unusually quiet audience. Reading the reviews I gather they were quiet because they were either with us throughout the whole performance or bored but respectful. The good reviews enjoy the reduced aesthetic of the work, seemingly the experienced time we give to small details, allowing the spectator to dive into an atmosphere, a sense of tenderness and question, rather than just reading signs.
The work is often described as reduced and I guess it is. But somehow I can’t help but think of some of my other work; the even more ‚abstract’ and ‘held’ ones. Would ‘they’ accept those pieces? How spectacular does dance need to be in this country? It was difficult to dig beneath the surface, as most Australians that I met were open but reserved at the same time. I however felt we were appreciated and I also appreciated the reserved kindness of the people we met, the fresh air (again), the comfortable life I am so used to in Europe.
Throughout the whole tour Meg and I discuss the talks, the reviews and comments we receive and ever so often the piece seems like a very fertile ground, so rich an object, so ready to be unpacked. Maybe Forever became a site on which not just two, three, four… artists met but a place that was enriched by our journey to all those places and the people that intentionally and accidentally crossed our way.








