GARDEN #1 - trio — Deborah Smith-Wicke

EPLILOGUE - the lingering

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EPILOGUE - the lingering

One body, three backsides, breathing the secrets, playing green and orange. Could my garden be my outermost skin, a part of me, which is connected with every per-sonal change and growth. Only where thoughts sprout, blooming fantasies fall on fertile ground. If I imagine my body to be one single garden of joy. I linger in it as long as I want.

Choreografie; Deborah Smith-Wicke

Co-Creation und Performance; Hannah Breuker,

Aurora Magrí, Mareike Steffens

French Horn; Kathi Helbig

Dramaturgie; Gabriela Branco

Kostüme; Michaela Kirschberger

Bühne; Michaela Kirschberger, Michael Wicke,

Deborah Smith-Wicke

Foto; Karl-Heinz Mierke

Könnte mein Garten meine äußerste Haut sein, ein Teil von mir, der mit jeder per-sönlichen Veränderung und jedem Wachstum verbunden ist. Nur wo Gedanken sprießen, fallen blühende Fantasien auf fruchtbaren Boden. Wenn ich mir vorstelle, mein Körper wäre ein einziger Garten der Freude. Ich verweile darin, solange ich will.