Anitya, l’impermanence

From the gigantic weave that occupies the stage and zebras the space, there will soon be nothing left. As time goes by, everything falls away, everything unravels. Lines thought to be sharp vanish. Ropes thought to be strong give way to the slightest pressure. Intimate or collective, no cathedral is eternal. That's the rule. So we have to rebuild. Find new architectures from the same material. Re-knitting, tracing new perspectives, redefining living space. To renew, together, the thread of hope. Weaving, undoing, weaving again. Weaving differently. It is around this endless movement - that of life itself - that circus artist Inbal Ben Haim builds her show. To the impermanence of things (anitya, in Sanskrit), she contrasts our indefatigable power of creation and re-creation.