For A Room For All Of Our Tomorrows we were to show two people striving for perfection and uniqueness and spiral out of control to finally find redemption in each other. Facade, perfection, claustrophobia, mania and finding a way.
The space is a marked out white dance floor and have absolute symmetry with two wooden chairs and a wooden table with a Nespresso machine centrally on it.
Coffees are made, coffees are drunk.
The dancers are wearing two almost identically cut and differently coloured bright pink suits tailored to their individually bodies and movement. The suits try to out scream each other and they give a sense discomfort and impracticality in the perfection.
As the piece progress and tension rise a coffee finally spils, the machine keeps continuously pouring and the dark staining coffee bleeds into the white symmetrical space. The table is pushed around, transform into a piano, played and climbed on. Chairs are thrown and songs are sung and perfection turns into a mess. It is through this mess that a new beginning can be made.