Milk

The work builds on the collaboration between Edith and the performing students through the exchange of personal thoughts, texts and video material in the exploration of physical tasks, over the course of several months. The result: it takes shape in Milk.



90 Minuten



Today we lost our human constitution, if we have the courage we will let our selves stay lost.We tried to find something, it felt desperate at first and then better and better, it was like an ecstasy that almost ends in madness, mayhem and then subsides again. Throwing our bodies into places.And then: Disorientation. Lack of identity. White. No. No. No. White. Where. Who. Hurt. Floating. Body. Where. Away. Somewhere I am meltingDissolvingMilkSomewhere my self is melting and my narrative is me.


Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them. Suddenly things no longer need to make sense. I’m satisfied with being. Are you? Certainly you are. The meaninglessness of things makes me smile complacently. Everything surely must go on being what it is.Today is a day of nothing. Today is down to the wire. Could there be a number that is nothing? that is less than zero? that begins where there is no beginning because it always was? and was before always? 

Clarice Lispector