Are there moments when we are guaranteed not to feel ashamed?
In its new dance production, the DOXS Tanzkompanie addresses this question and wants to know: How does no shame arise? Is that even possible?
A comparison is drawn between the feeling of shame and the yellow citrus fruit, the lemon. The feeling of shame creates the need to sink into the ground. You pull your head in, make yourself invisible. One becomes small, insecure, ducks. The body tenses up, one contracts into oneself.
Lemon? The acid makes the muscles contract in a similar way. Is it perhaps like someone squeezing lemon juice out of me?
DOXS dances a tribute to shame and its omnipresent, lurking existence. No one is safe from shame, or are they?