Lea Kieffer

STARDUST

Back from dust /LA from Lea kieffer on Vimeo.

CHAPTER ll

An endless b&w western movie with an Calamity Jane kind of heroine. Her body spirals with the wind and bitts the dust. She died a million times but always comes back. In the background, you can hear the riffs of her dad guitar, he taught her how to stunt, he’s gone now. Grief and Emptiness. Everything became liquid, the floor melted and she falled into the cosmic sea. Now, her skin is shedding, her tail appears.
A mermaid oracle is hiding in a tiger blanket. Sometimes she hides, sometimes she gives her best show. All you need to do is close your eyes and listen. The mermaid lives in all of us, seductive and monstrous, with an untamed sens for drama channelling the tragedies of female mythology. She shares her truth, gossips or even the future. She also loves to sing songs that will melt your resistance, make you jump out of our own cliff to join her inside the cosmic sea of the universe. Can you resist her call? I can’t.

DOCK11, 28 August 2020, HYBRID Festival 2020 presented by CBC – Christine Bonansea Company

Choreography / Performance/ Costume: Lea Kieffer
Music / Sound: Rocio Marano Guitar: Philippe Kieffer
Outside eye and dramaturgical support: Frida Giulia Franschescini, Simo Vassinnen, Stephanie Auberville, Rocio Marano, Jija Sohn.

STAR DUST

VIDEO :

https://www.tanzforumberlin.de/produktion/star-dust/

“I can only see the dust ......now and it is everywhere ..... inside of me..”
Star Dust is a solo exploration and a dear companion for few years now. It mostly manifests in dusty places or in epic landscapes. But also in my bedroom, in front of the camera, while pandemic. Star Dust is a lonesome song I play when no one is around, and that i like to share. Star Dust is my emptiness queendom, full of stories and ghosts, questions and dead ends, probably a bit of magic too. A timeless place where dust from the past encounter particles of the future, where the deep sea of my imagination breathes through my flesh and bones, animate dead matters, and takes me for a ride.
Star Dust is my inner risky moment when the heroine is lost in the desert, and slowly the border between her and the sand becomes more and more porous. That often where it starts.