Online magazine NashVitebsk.by
November 24, 2019
Oksana Tarasova - published with reductions

This year I watched the performance “Sweat Baby Sweat” (staged by the Belgian-Dutch duet). Frank, nude and honest, it raised the feeling in me that I still do not know something. I don’t know anything about this world, about a man, about a woman, I just don’t know. Behavior in the relations of the partners was easy to understand, movements of souls towards and from each other were easily guessed. No doubt, the physiological component of the couple’s relationship was subtly shown. Sensually, beautifully, emotionally and open.
And at some moments, the line between the sexes was blurred, and I saw a human, just a human, belonging to both sexes, not dividing us into men and women. I saw the search for support in a partner, strength and weakness, fear of admitting weakness, Love…
By elusive fantasy and subtle notes of musical compositions the performance, of course, took me from the auditorium to the ocean of feelings, change of mood and a series of impressions.
No, the performance didn’t put a period, and it shouldn’t have done it. As long as we are alive, we will hold each other’s hands, go in different directions, rush towards, doubt and rely on something so elusive, but fundamental…