Landscape Reinvention Society

Evolved by Nemcatacoa Teatro in 2011, "Landscape Reinvention Society" is a vibrant mobile spectacle that intervenes in the streets of any place with acrobatic language on stilts and live music.

Silent figures move through streets, plazas, passageways, corners and corridors. Their bodies explore the details of the architecture to reinvent it and extract meaning from it. Subtle live music serves as a thread between the pedestrians and this mobile society, which will create images that oscillate between the space and its context, hovering in the captured imagination of an unsuspecting audience. With ecstatic images that dance from heartbreaking to hopeful in the open air the “Landscape Reinvention Society” activates a dialogue with whoever is present; a poetic-visual dialogue in which reflection and silence acquire a refined value that transcends the ordinary. The unity of color and movement establish the language of the Landscape Reinvention Society, which passes by like a flock of birds, a chorus of clouds, or an orchestra of mutes.

Created by The Carpetbag Brigade in 2011, “Callings” is a unique site flexible performance that weds the grace of modern dance with the raw intensity of physical theater in the spectacle-based format of acrobatic stilts.

Addressing our contrary relationship to the sea and how we as humans vacillate between commerical use and aesthetic appreciation while failing to recognize that the sea is a living being. Inspired by our collective failure to recognize the sea as a being unto itself while simultaneously collectively creating the conditions for the rise of its waters through man made climate change “Callings” is a poetic homage to the sirens of the sea and the secret intentions of voices that captivate and haunt us. It is the place we look when our eyes are closed, the words we hear when no one is speaking, it is a salt-coated cocktail of whispers, warnings and invocations conjured by the watery wrists of ceaselessly undulating waves. If the ocean were ill, how would she weep? If clouds were cryptographs, could we understand the symptoms? If a sailor survived a siren’s song, could we catch the words falling from their salty lips?