Memory Matter 

Memory Matter is a dance work where embodied ancestral lineages are explored and reimagined through herstorical perspectives; the lens of "grandmother", colliding and intertwining corporeal auto-narratives, and the immanent grandbodies in each of us.  The "the grandmother" is not only the literal family relation, but a portal to meeting concepts of time travel within oneself, and the impossibilities of encountering what is no longer physically present.

Premiere: October 2020 Zodiak Stage, Helsinki

Photos: Sanna Lehto

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The work is co-choreographed between Georgie Goater, Maikki Palm and Gesa Piper, in collaboration with lighting and spatial designer Sofia Palillo and sound designer Riku-Pekka Kellokoski, with costumes designed by Iiris Herttua. The international working group (New Zealand, Finland, Germany) co-creates the first GAP LAB collaboration between Zodiak and Globe Art Point.

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Supported by: Suomen Kultturirahasto, Taiteen edistämiskeskus, Globe Art Point, Zodiak Centre for New Dance 

Choreography and performance: Georgie Goater, Maikki Palm & Gesa Piper

Spatial and lighting design: Sofia Palillo

Sound design: Riku-Pekka Kellokoski

Costume desing: Iiris Herttua

Production: Zodiak; Georgie Goater, Maikki Palm, Gesa Piper

In collaboration with: Globe Art Point

Premiere: 21.10.2020, Zodiak Stage, Helsinki

Video: Sinem Kaycan / Zodiak

Sound: Riku-Pekka Kellokoski

This dance piece is devised from an ancient scripture

found on a log.

It landed in Sofia’s hands

carried by the wind on that day we lay by the water.

Seeing through one lens while stumbling over another,

cracking and pouring out the pink memory matter.

The ground is glimmering underneath us.

Planting our faces into the sky,

time flipped so I could remember as far back as my death.

A funeral of clouds made a grand gesture,

opening, always opening.

The arms, scattered and free.

Sixty-four chimes sang Mirjami’s name,

shaking off the dust from their first home.

The moment to go home was now,

and the colour green followed us all the way.

An old woman thought I was holding a child

as the log lulled deeply into my body, from my body.

A piece of the bodyscape, Killingholma island.

Her smile of recognition carved out the last letters.

It rests here somewhere in the middle,

Now part of the living room.