author: Iris Rosa Gravemaker

About Iris Rosa Gravemaker

Iris Rosa Gravemaker completed her bachelor in Psychology in the winter of 2016. During the last year of her studies she was searching for ways to get from an intellectual and analytic way of thinking, into a more experiential and embodied way of approaching the world. This is how she discovered dance improvisation, and instantly fell in love. She completed her Dance Improvisation Teacher Education in the spring of 2019, while already teaching dance improvisation. Searching and yearning for more dance and diving deeper into the physical experience, she applied to Tanzfabrik in the winter of 2020 and was accepted into the program. Now living in Berlin, she is working on her dance and movement on a daily basis. After the program she wants to continue working as an movement artist and collaborating in integrative and inclusive projects: spreading the joy of dance and movement!

Nose Pressure

Snaily days

With closed eyes I start.
I focus on the sensation of my movements.
They feel thick and slow today.
With every movement I leave a heavy almost slimy trance in the space.

They seem to be reaching.
Wanting to pull myself further into space.
Wanting to keep myself going.
While walking back I see the traces I left behind.

To start again.
This time, taking it higher up, it starts to feel lighter, more like a summer breeze.
Carried by this breeze I can connect to the space.
Adding to it whatever it needs.
I feel myself opening.

Then I close again.
Today is not the day. Today is snail day.

Running into sensing

Eternal floating.
It captures my attention.
Keeps pulling me back.
It hypnotizes me.

Is there a difference between water and air?
I imagine myself floating in water.
I imagine myself floating in air.
I imagine water and air floating in me.

Dehumanizing into an unknown bodylandscape

Improvisation 13th of March 2021

Realizing through sensing

Everything in nature appears in rhythms.
Every bird has their own song, a sound sequence with which they create a rhythmical repetition.
The wind blows in reoccurring waves that make the leaves of the tree rustle.
The water in the lake ripples on the surface in a repetitive motion.

I focus on the repetitive sounds of my surroundings, the rhythmical music nature creates.
I let myself be moved.
I sense my moving.
I sense the muscles that create my movement.
I sense the sequences I am creating.
I feel my breath.
I sense my breath.
I hear my breath.
In. And out. In. And out.
Creating my own rhythm.
My own rhythmical repetition.
It reminds me.

I am part of nature.