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‘The dancer takes the momentum until the very end where the last of the movement pauses before collapsing to a full stop. Like the momentum of a busy day where you find yourself walking into the living room and falling into the couch.  There is a stillness in the momentum as the shoulders connect with the ground and topple over flipping from front, to back, to front, drawing circles in the grass. The feet are frenzied as they scamper with the grass rustling through the toes. The feet and shoulders are depending on each other for the momentum and it is hard to say whether the feet or the shoulders are the power’  

About the work

UZÈS QUINTET

FRANCE (2004; 26MIN)

DIRECTOR Catherine Maximoff CHOREOGRAPHER Javier de Frutos, Emanuel Gat, Kitt Johnson, Peeping Tom, Nathalie Pernette and Andreas Schmid

A film intertwining five works by five exciting new European choreographers across space and time. This film is named after the French Uzès Festival De La Nouvelle Danse 2003 at which all the featured artists appeared. Established in 1996 by director Didier Michel with choreographers such as Maguy Marin, Karine Saporta and Angelin Preljocaj, the festival is committed to presenting work by ‘young choreographers with bold new offerings’. The performances featured in this rework for the camera all take place in the garden of l’Evêché in Uzès  (Reeldance.org.au).

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Debbies Diary 1982

I’m back in my hometown and have been flicking thorugh my parent’s old photo albums. I found myself in complete awe of their travels. Here is except from mum's diary as she and my father ‘Eric' sailed from Bermuda to Tortolla in the British Virgin Islands during December 1982.

'19th December 1982:  Woke up to a lovely sunny day. Eric seemed troubled. Finally found out what it was about. He proposed to me. It must have been difficult for him as we had never talked about it before, so he had no idea what my reaction would be. It was also a shock to be asked such a question at 9am. Went for a dive off reef at ‘Bitter End’. I never feel comfortable in water over my head. My neck gets cramped from swiveling continuously in 360 degrees, on the lookout for hungry maneters. Eric caught a lobster which he cooked in Creole sauce for dinner. Pachabel Cannon.’ *She must have said yes. 

'20th December 1982: Sailed 15 miles out to Anagada reef. Very Hairy. No charts of the inside reef. Stood on the bow as we sailed through narrow passed of 3 reefs. Finally anchored in 50ft of water, outside a reef on which a huge ship was wrecked upon. Sooo nervous. On the way into the reefs, a shark had eaten half a carvel from our fishing line. We were now surrounded by reef. No other boats in sight other that the wreck. Very eerie. Eric proceeded to put on his snorkeling gear. There was no way my big toe was even going ot touch the surface. A bull shark, which was 9ft long swam under Eric, but paid no attention to him. Apparently the reefs were teaming with life, fish of all types and beautiful walls of coral. Eric ended up spearing a red snapper (by this stage he was at least 300 yards form the yacht). It came off the spear. He swam away from the blood but it was within two minutes that 3 bull sharks appeared. By this stage Eric’s back was to the reef with the sharks swimming in circles in front of him. The largest broke the circle and swam rapidly at Eric who had his unloaded gun in front of him. It came no closer than 10 feet, enough for a scare. They circled a few more times and left. This was Eric’s first confrontation with big sharks. Caught Spanish Mackerel and Barracuda on the fishing line. Night spent at Bitter End.'