"Maze of Pleasures" by Maxim Shalyign feat. Viktoriia Vitrenko (voice/soprano) from his last album of electronic music, 2020.

Maze of Pleasures

Maze of Pleasure

Maxim Shalygin - "Maze Of Pleasures"

"ICH" by Alexandra Filonenko (music) & Jasmin Schaedler (libretto) for voice & tape from an inclusive music theatre & dance production "VOX EX NIHILO"* (*Voice from the Void) by InterAKT Initiative. 
 Live performance at the Theaterhaus Stuttgart, 2023.

Alexandra Filonenko - "ICH" for voice & tape

"Out Of The Blue" by Rainer Rubbert (music) and Tanja Langer (libretto)from an inclusive music theatre and dance performance "VOX EX NIHILO"* (*Voice from the Void) by the InterAKT Initiative. Performed live at The Theaterhaus Stuttgart, 2023.

Out Of The Blue - Rainer Rubbert (music), Tanja Langer (libretto)

Alexandra Filonenko "Gravity of Love", 2018

Alla Zagaykevych "MISTO" (2017) on texts by Michaylo Semenko for voice and electronics. Live in Kiev, 2018.

Alla Zagaykevych "MISTO"

1st PART
PROLOG 1
This is a filmscript to be fulfilled as an independent film in three parts and to be read loudly and in an improvisatorial way with repetitions, repetitive variations (fraudgery), screams and other expressions from the ...

The THREE didn´t start from any despair, but from the only naturalness they are familiar with. Clarified only like the one-hour-Amazon® supplier in the capital of Bavaria could be. 

„Sure that I got to go over the reasonable borders of exploitation every day and my employers have to do it like	this either. But with me. Haha. It is just a question how I can deal this out with myself, how long I can cope with it...

The THREE don´t show any emotions, any cramps, they are totaly natural, nearly pet-like unconscious. They sit next to each other 	and pose casually but motionless for their selfie-film, that has to be nevertheless like a fourth wall...

Despite the feeling of antiquity induced by the black and white of the picture, the impression must be more than actual. It is a waiting room of sprouting initiatives, of suggestions, abstracts of projects, the drive is so 	unhectic as continously, reminding of krypto-zumbies. Small cuts in the film show shortest sequences a 	second time or more often, like a shivering in the flow of time...

„I carry my skin to the market.“

„Haut ab! Haut ab!

Maybe, the THREE are three Marats in the famous gown of Marat, fat face-makeup, already partly peeled, yes, patient-guard and 	Marat, three-times patient-guard and Marat. Each one holding the great microphone, like in the theatre of the sun.

One slaps another one. Sits down again, than: to beat the capital out of it.  

The last rest-communiustic implement: AUCH DARAUS LÄSST SICH 	NOCH KAPITAL SCHLAGEN. Meant in a critical way? Please not!

But here, in this waiting room they are prevented from this last consequence. Who is doing that just now:

To have to do it. Like: if there is nobody. No BODY (else) :    TO THE COUNTRYSIDE 

2nd PART

on the grass, in the green they sit as well as in the waiting room. First 	shivering from expactations, nothing can keep them on the chairs they brought...

to push anyone anywhere and unrestrained on the green coloured meadows, recorders to be seen in the pictures / anybody has filming phones / counter cuts / counter-insurgencies...it´s going to become a beat. Some time later on they are naked. And... „wie ich es höre, im Dreck.“

They hold up, shivering like seemingly, meaningful symbols, like that guy from Texas. Spell-symbols their weapons, with which they hurt each 	other even faster. Gras, wood, rests of metal implements.

3rd PART

And the rural monsters are old. Their clothe is old, used, the corps are old, emaciated even etiolated like the flattering scare-crow. The voices are without 	interruptions, because they come back within itself from their past, no sound is lost, but is superimposed with all the others. An instable, itself mutual modulizing feedback. Coming near. 

She is a 	she and she is ever moving before back light and is coming just on a certain luminosity, which let the eyes blinking and her body (does she have a body?), the contour of her body blur...

In most brightest sun she reaching us. When the light will overrun us, a luminiscent pressure-wave, she will want to touch us. The touch will not be deadly, just flattering fright. A coming and going in waves, up and down the intestines. A wisp for the eyes, riping off some lashes, leaves the lids in scorched slope hanging over the pupil. Cloths have fire. But 		are never burned down totally. Stay shred.“..

„Finally we are totally decomposed and the wind takes a one and only direction. He blows ever from the front, chases us slowly backwards, the sun in our backs and only if she is dulled with clouds, the wind gives us pushes in the direction of our former facial-senses. In 	darkness we rip to the front. Loose ourselves. If we see anybody at all, they are victims.“

EPILOG
	 COME TOGETHER!

Christoph Ogiermann "MULTIeTUDE" | Das HÖRSTÜCK

Viktoriia Vitrenko is a Ukrainian singer, conductor and artistic director of InterAKT Initiative.