Camille Jemelen & Sofia Seta

Camille Jemelen (he/they) is a Berlin-based dance and video artist. Some of the works in which they performed involve Annie Sprinkle and Beth Stephens’ Ecosex Walking Tour at documenta14 in Kassel, Antoine Carle’s Hollow Matters presented as part of the 2019 Berlin Tanztage Festival, as well as Ashley Fure and Lilleth Glimcher’s Hive Rise at CTM Festival in Berlin in 2020. In August 2019, he premiered his solo performance infinite cavalier unfinished at ada studio Berlin. Their new work-in-process it’s all love, blue spectres concerns itself with the entanglement of ancestral legacies and queer life journeys. They hold a MA in Media Studies from Concordia University (2016, Canada), and since October 2020, they are a graduate of the BA in Dance, Context, Choreography at HZT Berlin.

Sofia Seta is a contemporary and hip hop dancer, teacher, and choreographer born in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and based in Berlin since 2018. As a dancer, she has studied with various teachers such as Peter Jasko (ESL), Eva Georgitsopoulou (GRE), Jesús Guiraldi (ARG), David Zambrano (VNZ), a.o. She finished a two-year career as an interpreter and choreographer of urban dances at the Dance&Move school in Buenos Aires. She worked as a performer with the theatre dance company Breaking Tango, directed by Ricardo Arauz, and is co-founder and choreographer of an independent dance project called Muta working around feminism and work exploitation, that was performed in several dance festivals. She presented her work Migrants and Transition in Marameo, Let me In Festival, Expedition Metropolis, and Paul Studios Series. In 2020 she joined a self-organized collective, Chaos Emblematic directed by Britt Angus. In the last years, she has focused on improvisation technique, exploring and developing ways to combine urban and contemporary dance, different approaches to relate to music, space, body, and impulses, collaborating with musicians, movers, and readers.

there are times when i feel so anxious and sensorially overwhelmed in the city

that my body gets completely depleted of energy and shuts down and all

i can do

is lie under soft and feathery blankets

in dim light

listening to meditative music

trying to create a cozy and safe bubble around me

gently

breathing

closing

my eyes

sensing

touching

smelling

so that the waves

can get smaller and

slower

inside my

body

image description: 1. a self-portrait photograph where i am lying in bed, my hand wrapped around half of my face, only my left eye is visible. it is open. my head is resting on a dark blue as well as a black pillow, and my body is wrapped in a grey fleece blanket up to my nose. 2. a close-up of a pale purple, pink and yellow wildflowers bouquet

I am here at the sea seai I would like to eat coconut icecream even though the birds are blue every day it is a new logic something of its own arabesque etymological sensation arrive the land draft efty grudge into one two three I don’t really like this exercice I feel it is difficult for me my dyslexia shows through and my brain gets stuck I cannot write without stopping and still MAKE SENSE I end up just writing random words on the keyboard like just letters just hitting the keys not actually fully forming words I wonder how that is anyhow the point is that it is difficult for me I feel my fingers are going faster than my brain can maybe that’s why it only becomes random letters I have to continue writing without stopping I am trying it why not but also who said it has to be fast continuous writing if I write slower and let the words form themselves one at a time will that make a difference yes I feel there is something more harmonized when I go a bit slower it’s also this thing where I somehow need to unfold some kind of meaning that’s actually expressed in the way I intuite poems, I write them quite slow. I have to keep at it ti a uou ah you see now it became ccollapsed and I felt like I wanted to edit n on ono no we h onl only move forth fg wow my brain is bugging again interesting this is somehow great to realize and to fully admit to myself at ala last that I cannot really write fast th athgath that my brain wordks works slower than that and that di s see I am done I am tired this is too challenging right now I stop

 

 

image description: a screenshot of Camille at the weekly A.PART team meeting.

B A S E M E N T S E S S I O N

this is a video of one folder i have under the name “basement sessions”

i used to live in a hause project which had a basement

where you could dance or do whatever you like

most of the times i found myself there alone

playing my favourite songs

fighting with anxiety, feelings, negative thoughts

the only premise of those sessions were: get your monsters out –

 

it is a raw video – without editing – hope you enjoy till the end

image description: the words “What brings me joy?” computer-handwritten in pastel colors on a white background.

IMPROVISATION TASK

what if i were dancing in the APOCALIPSIS?

.

is the end of the world

our last dance together

i woke up feeling inspired in between states of dream
i would have liked to channel some of this inspiration into writing
i started writing
it was gone

what is it that i do when i work alone in the dance studio is a question i have asked myself for years
i can never really understand the answers
maybe the only worded clarity there is
would be to say i am present with what is there across timescales
i have wings
and my heart is made of sea
i sleep and i grieve
and i dance with ghosts
but that’s just one poetic way
of nearing something
actually
completely different things
happen
and time
is a wobble

yesterday i fell in love
with the words
desire
and
consider
sider means star
in latin
desire comes from
de sidere
from the stars
which suggests that the experience of ‘desire’
has to do with the relation
between earth and the celestial bodies
that glitter our nights
ignite our
imagination
guide our inner and
outer journeys
and mirror
our dearest hopes
and yearnings

*

con sider with
the stars
they are always
available
trust
their language is
one
of the heart

IMPROVISATION & STORYTELLING 

Who are you?

What are you made of?

What are you afraid of?

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I once used these questions as an improvisation exercise in one of my classes.

I set up two groups, I faced them and one group watched while the other one

moved and then we switched.

They answered each question without speaking, just putting their bodies, hearts,

memories, emotions to dance.

I played some songs that I really like while they were improvising.

This exchange was one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had teaching a class.

They were all dancers without much dance experience. Their movements started from a shy,

honest and impulsive place. Free from any pre-existing dance form. Each one telling their story,

getting emotional, inspiring and encouraging each other.

During the exercise, there were tears, openness and the space we shared was energetically

transformed.

I thanked them for having the courage to share their stories so vividly and ended the class.

On the way home I replayed images from the class over and over again. I wondered:

What is the purpose of dance? Why do I dance? Why do I teach? I answered myself:

I dance to treasure moments like today. May the evanescence of dance be imprinted

in my memory and may I remember moments like today.

image description: a smartphone photograph featuring a close-up on vivid green thawing tree buds and an added purple caption that reads “so tender so alive”.

NOTES ABOUT SILENCE

the silence becomes dense and drowns

when I want to speak loud

but I can’t

.

the silence intimidates me

when I can’t find the right words

.

the silence fights me

confronts me

with my loneliness

.

the silence makes me breath deeply

takes me to a space of

thoughts and memories

that scares me 

.

when I manage

to overcome

the fear

the silence 

becomes

an underwater sensation

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……………………………………………………………………                  SSSSHHHH              ……………………………………………………………………

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28.03

in a haze

she saw it

coming

waterproofed and

fresh like an

alibi born

of dust —

miracles

made spring

your eyes

had enough &

mars is almost

done they

said

REBIRTH

i am

drowning

30.03

and then came spring

sheer joy of liveliness

how can it be so easy sometimes

just being

and enjoying it

these fleeting moments

cultivating the more

sun yes

mysteries of life

below the bridge

sparkles

the light