What is the body’s relationship to furniture, to structure, to the design we inhabit but rarely have an opportunity to adapt? How can design be appropriated to be more collaborative in creation and destruction, shaped by our social norms and urban conditions? Can design be improvisational, performative even? What happens when humans are no longer […]
About This Artist
Ruairí Ó’Donnabháin is a choreographer from Co. Cork, Ireland. He lives and works on a small island; Oileán Chléire, an hour off the Irish mainland researching the effect of his native language and dances in the body.
About This Project
In 2017 Mica Sigourney and Ruairí Ó’Donnabháin walked alongside the 303 mile disputed border between The Republic and The North of Ireland.
Two Irishmen walk into a theatre: one from America and one from Éire.
Two men walk Irishly into an amharclann.
Two Irishmen walk the border between the Republic and The North, then into a theatre.
This duet traces a border, looking for midlands, mid folks and in-betweeners. It describes the familial lineages of an Irish emigrant and an Irish native, both aerach; both with aspirations to discover or uncover a future by squinting at the past.
mic tíre is a performance in three language sets: Gaeilge, English and Dance.
Ag teacht abhaile. Leaving. Coming and going.
“499 km de theorainn chun siúl – níl a fhios againn cé chomh eile a freagra a thabhairt ar cad atá ag tarlú.”
Eipic Miotaseolaíoch Aerach Éireannach i dtrí chuid; ar dtús an tsiúlóid, den dara an dán agus sa triú dísréad le cadhc.
Cailleann agus faigheann an fheidhmíocht seo i gcleachtais deabhóideach le oilithrigh, laochra agus neasghaolta Bandia.
Baile Átha Cliath, Dún Dealgan, Béal Átha Conaill, Dúthamhlacht, Annaghmakerrig, Cluain Eois, Newtownbutler, Inis Ceithleann, Beéal Cú, Loch Naman, Béal Leice, Béal Átha Seanaidh, Paiteagó, Loch Dearg, An Doire, Port a Doras.
Ag teacht abhaile. Ag fágáil. Ag teacht agus ag imeacht.
The need for a wow is paramount. There is no situation where a wow can not shake the habitual, move you in to the very heart of the mundane, and re-fascinate your existence. From day to day, we move about in a world that we know very little about. I do not know how electricity […]
We were led into a cobblestone courtyard after a short trek through the layer cake city of Belgrade. The old and the new built alongside and on top of each other. All stonework and stairways in and around the ancient walkways of the city. They took us up away from the river, past stately parks […]
Telling myself what to do feels foreign And bends itself into what will turn into the first escape of many It takes a careful tread and a dissonant listening in order to achieve the uncut smile that spreads across my face So I scan wildly Wanting no one’s eye but my own Desperation and wanton […]