(How) can the human body stand as a vehicle of culture?
Sculptures exist for thousands of years, they show what has been there, they are memory, almost solidified time.
The human body is changeful, expendable, a vessel for an existence in a particular moment, while at the same time carries prototypes and stereotypes, moldings of a reality, and what’s this that’s left behind..
If the concrete immobile sculpture stands for timelessness, what happenes when it comes together with dance performance where time sequence plays such an empathic role?
Like spiderwebs containing remains, ossified bodies that preciously had once been there, Wax Me Apart is an exploration of a time-clash that takes place in a particular time and space.