Plants and nature are sometimes seen as either a true promise of innocence or as something mysterious and dangerous that is impossible to control. Mothers often receive a similar stereotypical framing. If we go beyond this simplification, what can we find? Perhaps a myriad of things, surely composite and rich.
Eight dancers and three string instruments grow and expand, decay and diminish. The boundaries of the self are constantly negotiated. The performers make order out of disarray, fall into confusion again, and find themselves in what is perhaps a continuous practice of freedom.
In this project, the ambivalences within parenthood and upbringing are juxtaposed with the plant as a figure of thought. Plants extend beyond being simply a metaphor, to an embedded knowledge to interact and think along with – letting us follow the path of patient wilderness.