(c) Robert Fleischanderl

VOID / Leonie Wahl & Robert Fleischander A Dance & Visual Arts Performance in Five Acts.

In a transparent cube without exit, a woman begins the search for the causes of her hopeless condition. However, at first she can not say more than that she is only herself. How much "Me" owns a naked body without history, without roots? How do you find a new identity when you have lost your original one? How do you learn to live in the void? A piece of dance about loneliness in 1,728 m³.

"This is contemporary dance of the very finest." ECN

"Leonie Wahl transports the viewer through an existential hour." Falter

(c) Robert Fleischanderl

Idea, concept, choreography & dance: Leonie Wahl

Concept, directing, stage design & visuals: Robert Fleischanderl

Music: Albert Castello, Nego Yokte

Sounddesign: Roland Guggenbichler

Light & technics: Markus Schwarz

Stage design construction: Harry Schmidt, Design&Function

Public relations: Roma Hurey Coproduction: DAS OFF THEATER / Robert Fleischanderl / orgAnic reVolt

Supported by:

BKA, Wien Kultur, Bezirk, Falter, Schweizer Botschaft, Ticket Jet, Das Off Theater, Off.White.Box, D.ID


wiThin wAste

(c) Fernanda Nigro

Dance, Choreography: Leonie Wahl

Music, Lightdesign: Markus Schwarz

Costumes, Setting: Ricardo Cosendey

Photo: Fernanda Nigro

Length: 40´

Supported by:

Wien Kultur, Bundeskanzleramt Österreich

A naked creature, isolated from her origins, finds herself in a limited space. In a place with few resources she struggles through the human memory, learns the limitations of emotion and physicality. An artificially produced identity is assigned to her: the identity of the stranger, thrown together from reflected fears of others. She is a projection of evil, dangerous and threatening. Separated from her own kind, but who are her peers? The creature commits herself to a rocky way, with resistances and residues of humanity. She lives with what is given, invents her own strategies, recycles memories, feelings and thoughts. She is like the others in the brutality of instincts, she comes under the wheels and still plays like a child. She laughs, mourns, terrified, afraid, experiences sensuality, sweats, sits down and protests...