bit.art dance marathon
Saturday, November 17th. Arteleku. 12 midday to 12 midnight.
43 participants against the clock.
"I could dance with you till the cows come home... On second thoughts, I'd reather dance with the cows till you came home"
(Groucho Marx, "Duck soup") When the organisers Bit Art organised this marathon, their objective was not for the dancers to last to the end. No. The ideas was to enrapture the people who gathered to watch the dancers in action.
The idea was for the dancers to come together over the 12 hours and demostrate individualism from within the group. It wasn't an examination of any sort. The whole thing was centred on the ability to improvise and on the elegance inherent in movement. Originality was sacrificed to the sincerity of the dancing when it came to the judging of the dancers. The experience of 12 hours of non-stop dancing was certainly an esriching one. The joy of the winners. The experience of not winning after dancing for twelve hours. The public were treated to the pleasure of movement. Bit Art laid on hot chocolate for everyone once the marathon had finished.
Saioa Olmo, winner
Ana Aced, finalist
Unai Barruetabeña, finalist
Estibaliz alvarez, spectators' award.
Dance, dance damn you...!
Sydney Pollack made the film "They shoot horses, don't they?" in 1968. We know the film as "Danzad, danzad, malditos". The film clearly reflects the America of the 1930's depression. Many of the charecters in the film put their names down for a dance competition in the hope of escaping from the poverty they live in. The camera fives us a close up view of the dance competition. It spins and turns us round till we wind up as one with the characters in the story. They have to dance in pairs. We also tire as the hectic pace refuses to relent. Round and round. Pain. The winner? The last remaining couple on their feet. Dande, dance damn you...!
43 participants against the clock.
"I could dance with you till the cows come home... On second thoughts, I'd reather dance with the cows till you came home"
(Groucho Marx, "Duck soup") When the organisers Bit Art organised this marathon, their objective was not for the dancers to last to the end. No. The ideas was to enrapture the people who gathered to watch the dancers in action.
The idea was for the dancers to come together over the 12 hours and demostrate individualism from within the group. It wasn't an examination of any sort. The whole thing was centred on the ability to improvise and on the elegance inherent in movement. Originality was sacrificed to the sincerity of the dancing when it came to the judging of the dancers. The experience of 12 hours of non-stop dancing was certainly an esriching one. The joy of the winners. The experience of not winning after dancing for twelve hours. The public were treated to the pleasure of movement. Bit Art laid on hot chocolate for everyone once the marathon had finished.
Saioa Olmo, winner
Ana Aced, finalist
Unai Barruetabeña, finalist
Estibaliz alvarez, spectators' award.
Dance, dance damn you...!
Sydney Pollack made the film "They shoot horses, don't they?" in 1968. We know the film as "Danzad, danzad, malditos". The film clearly reflects the America of the 1930's depression. Many of the charecters in the film put their names down for a dance competition in the hope of escaping from the poverty they live in. The camera fives us a close up view of the dance competition. It spins and turns us round till we wind up as one with the characters in the story. They have to dance in pairs. We also tire as the hectic pace refuses to relent. Round and round. Pain. The winner? The last remaining couple on their feet. Dande, dance damn you...!
