Theater

Wander through an intimate ritual as an invisible spectator.

The term ‘hag’ is used to oppress, to stigmatise, to curse, but she is so much more, the witch. She is the wise woman, the untamable, the clear one. She who refuses to adapt to our systems. She is the primal force, the razor sharp intuition from which many a modern woman shuts herself off in fear of being declared insane. Not this time. Not if it’s up to her. She is appearing everywhere,  everywhere, and she shall be free. With this performance we delve deep into the ocean of our collective memory in search of the primal female, the hag in all of us. In search of a song we have long forgotten. As invisible witnesses, we travel through a moving labyrinth and find ourselves ridiculously close to an intimate ritual of refinding and reclaiming. It is time we remember. It is time we return home. 

Maker Cézanne Tegelberg: “My daughter already learns at a toddler age that witches are bad and ghosts don't exist. End of story. But I love her, the witch. Grandmother Willow, Eucalypta, Kali, Baba Yaga. I admire that woman because she never apologizes for who she is. Perhaps being a witch is nothing more than a willingness to listen without judgment with all six of your senses. And then shamelessly be yourself. With this performance I want to free the witch - the witch in me, the witch in my daughter, the witch in the audience. No end of story. Start story.”

Sometimes it takes a little effort to remember how to see
how to listen
to feel 
sense
without naming that which we perceive. 

For to name is to solidify - but everything is always in motion. 

So we travel…