Anastasija Harrowna Bräuniger

In Landschaft im Sturz Icarus draws circles at the bottom of the sea long named after him.  Around the abstract sculpture on the mirror-smooth stage floor and around himself. This Icarus questions his story, tries to remember, to make himself understood to us, and he rages. Who should hold the narrative about what his flight and fall means? Who is to know wether we haven't always left some parts out? Perhaps the over centuries repeated story about the one who wants to fly higher and higher, who presumes to be the hero who overcomes all resistance and is punished for it, who falls and falls - perhaps this story overlooks the essential. The somewhat crooked mouth of Icarus, the time before the much sung about and supposedly failed heroic journey, the father, who himself always flew away from Brueghel's oil painting, while the son disappears into the sea. "Thanks, Pieter Brueghel,  thanks! You must paint me, but then you paint me as a crazy bum who plops into a pond..."