author: Lina Georgieva



No sound-good sound, sometimes.



Miss Helen Schmiedle…


Interesting how noise creates a certain atmosphere with the movements…

Dancing: Emilie Pedersen

What it is…

Today would have been our general rehearsal for the A.PART Festival.
And tomorrow and the day after tomorrow we would have had our shows…
Especially my girls were very sad that the live event is cancelled. They are still in Balance 1,and now attending the third year. The other big show that they trained very hard for, and is part of this education is also cancelled…

Last year, this piece „Bonbon“ was my final piece and we had a lot of fun dancing it!
But above all, the process was very exciting. It was a challenge for me to translate and convey this specific quality of movement that comes out of me relatively naturally.
It was truly a journey. I can remember how we started and where we ended up.
There was a huge development for all of us.
We played so much with the quality and tried many different methods and games to get to it.
I remember that I developed the choreography only 2 weeks before the show, which is funny, because only with the precision of this quality I could get inspired and the choreography seemed like an act of providence.
Because of the work that we already did, I could see it very clearly.

Unfortunately this process was not carried out this year. But in my piece it is mainly about this quality because it says a lot in itself. At least that is how I see it.
Because of the current situation, we just didn’t have the possibility to work on it together physically, which is most important for this process.
So it’s hard for me to write about something that didn’t happen like that but takes place in a different way.

What is missing
Nevertheless, I wanted to involve my “puppets” in this process, even if it was not easy, because dancing together is simply missing, the joy of movement itself, the exchange of energy, the giving up and the regaining of the energy, the concentration and focus of being clear and neutral.
But still, I am very happy to show some video material from all of us, dancing at home, wherever that is ..and trying to remember and get into the quality again.
It’s very sweet and funny, that all of us wear something from our last years’ show.
It says that we are still connected and thinking about this piece, on the other hand it shows that
clothing helps us to embody something specific.
Because the piece is about ideals, it was very important to me that the clothes represent a certain image.

And last but not least ,we are greedy to bring the dolls back to life on stage someday

getting warm with “Trettmann”….

What if everything has always been fake news and you just never noticed it because you ignored it? #Illusion

Before that whole situation I felt like a robot. Running from one point to another. Big city. Stress. Faster. You have to make it work. A lot of work.
Not only self-work. There is actually no time for that because you have to organize your day to make money, otherwise you cannot exist. I mean you could, but do you want that kind of life? Could you be that brave? Do you want that?
I love my shoes. I feel this little push of wanting things to „be mine“ even if I know that I don’t need them and for sure am never gonna use them. My clock is kickin’ me out of bed, and the clock finally makes me get home – to be able to solve all this shit that I feel I have to.
Wash your clothes. Go buy groceries and also cook. Don’t eat shit, it’s unhealthy. Wash your dishes because they should not be dirty. Of course the whole apartment, not only the kitchen. Go to training, meet friends, have a relationship, don’t be an egoist, take care of others. But still take care of yourself.

Run…To start running again, feels like a marathon. Feel the people around me – also always in a rush, and never really happy. Again and again, so everything’s getting grey even if the sun is shining..
So I think I am alive but where is life? I cannot feel it? It gets overlaid by thoughts and patterns. And there is always that fight with time.
What time is it? Do I have time for that? Oh shit, 5 minutes, I have to hurry because of whatever. Ahhh, and this tiredness.
Thinking about tomorrow today.

What about now, what could be ever more important than NOW?
So I knew something HAD to change.
So that we can change something inside of us, sometimes something external happens. And actually we provoke that, but ok,already mentioned that..
And then -tadaaa- „Corona“ comes…
Finally, I have time for myself, I love it so much, doing all these stupid and boring things that I wanted. But most of all….DOING NOTHING…“how can you do nothing?“
Doing is something active, so „How can you DO nothing?“

–And is time maybe made up?–




“And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.”



What moves me //

When something is moving me from within, it appears on the outside.
Is movement happening outside, it reflects internally.
This kind of movement leads into physicality.
When a body moves physically, isnt this then a reaction to the outside?
And if an external force acts on the body, isnt the body naturally reacting with movement?
There can not be a clear separation from the in-and outside.

So where does the movement really come from?//

MINT to be…

As a colour it looks cold and embodies something sterile and clean, and on the other hand it sprays happiness.
Regarding the taste…it is sweet and refreshing but with high concentration it gets spicy.
These opposites are building a unity which helped me finding a precised but still experimental body language.
So what happens if you suck a peppermint?