You Dance Alone
Social Media: A floating island of neurosis induced triggers molten beneath the pillars of genuine creative beings; Oana Tudoran is one of these pillars, and with her hands dancing across my screen in soft aesthetic story, I knew she was more than just a dancer, but It wasn’t until I interviewed her that I discovered she was a writer, and a writer first and foremost! The realization washed over me with a comfortable excitement, as the small print was made available to see; Oana writes, and in gesture – when the pen isn’t enough.
Who is Marea Dragoste, and who is Oana Tudoran?
I never know, but I am part of other people’s memories, and that’s big to me.
Where are you from?
I grew up in Bucharest with my older sister, parents and grandparents. When I was around six months old, my mother and father took me to my dad’s village, Chiselet. I spent a few months there, separated from my family in the city. My father’s mom and dad, Eleonora and Ion, took care of me there, and I can trace my first memory from this place: holding on to a wooden bed, trying to walk to my grandad, who would hold me, throw me in the air, tickle me. So I feel like I am from this village more than anything else, although everything is gone now.
What role does movement play in your life?
It makes me feel real. I spend so much time dreaming, I need a confirmation of my presence here. And release. I’ve been writing all my life, and it was never enough. I tried hiding it inside me for a long time, this shameful thought. In truth, nothing is ever enough. We need to move. Staying can also be a form of movement, if you switch up the furniture.
ルーマニア、ブカレスト郊外に住む オアナ・トゥドゥランは 独自の身体表現によって内なる詩を奏でる。 共産時代の四角い古アパートで、 誰に見せるわけでもなく 密かに執り行なわれてきたその儀式は いつの頃からかスマートフォンのヴィデオを介し 広大なネットワークの運河へと放たれ漂うようになった。 僕らは、80年前に建てられたのだというアパートの 極めてパーソナルな、神聖なる寝室で 彼女の淹れた薬草のお茶と郷土菓子を手に まるで演劇でも鑑賞するかのような和やかさで 美しい彼女の日課を鑑賞した。 クリスマス明け、がらんどうとした街の 静かな朝のことだった。