I am gone from the metal when the metal hits the mould.
The Zahra Shahab’s latest choreographic work. Through detailed character play and interaction with sculptural materials, the audience is invited to discover a series of continually emergent fantastical identities.
The title of the piece, a line from a poem by Robert Bringhurst, illustrates the illusion of defining the self in any permanent way. Ever-changing, the essence of self cannot be moulded into a stable shape or form.
Read MoreThe title of the piece, a line from a poem by Robert Bringhurst, illustrates the illusion of defining the self in any permanent way. Ever-changing, the essence of self cannot be moulded into a stable shape or form.
