Carolyn Carlson

A portrait of the director’s young adulthood, set in the 1940s–1950s, in the electric capital city of Santiago. There, he decides to become a poet and is introduced, by destiny, into the foremost bohemian and artistic circle of the time.

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The first part of the Carolyn Carlson cycle. Between her and herself. Three images of the dance are repeated, come up against opacities that do not let themselves be crossed, are lost in transparencies from which there is no reflection. The sound describes their inevitable journey: this motionless movement.

In this spin-off from his original plan for Relativity (1966), Emshwiller continued with his desire to penetrate “space in a kind of flying camera, a dream of flying, a kind of sensual, sexual imagery where you were constantly going into an unknown space.” A trio of dancers (Carolyn Carlson, Emery Hermans, Bob Beswick) appear "first in leotards, then in bluejeans, then naked, as they “pass through rituals of movement.”

In the main courtyard of the Palais des Papes, dancers Hugo Marchand and Caroline Osmont perform among Jean-Michel Othoniel's works, choreographed by Carolyn Carlson. A powerful show, accompanied by music by Philip Glass and René Aubry.

This independent underground feature films two dancers (Carolyn Carlson and Emery Hermans) in silhouettes and shadows. Other couples discuss their relationships and lives in a candid display of self revelation. Street dances and conversations combine in a collage of people and places in this black and white film.

An extensive eight-month journey immersing in the creative and choreographic process of one of the world’s most celebrated dance companies, the Carolyn Carlson Dance Company. This initiatory journey, from the first improvisations to the grand performance at the Théâtre de Chaillot in Paris, offers a profound insight into the true essence of choreographic creation and the emotions that come with it.

The last part of the Carolyn Carlson cycle. Last look. Oversight. Irreversible erasure. The song is immersed. Blinded.

Portrait. She dances in the center of her area. Obscure to the look. She abandons us to her limit. Turn. Count the chips. Conjugate. Turn on yourself, in a blind echo. Cross the already deserted space.