Kyttiara I Dancer & Performer

𝑲𝒀𝑻 Spelling: ˈkɪt Specificity: Vinyl DJ Genres: minimal, microhouse, rominimal Keywords: gloomy, glitchy, cinematic Slide 2: @refugeworldwide x @blurryvision.bln Snippets from a set I recorded a while ago [available on my SC]

𝑲𝒀𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑨𝑹𝑨 Spelling: ˈkɪtɪɑrɑ Specificity: Dancer & performer, costume tailor Apparatus: Body & aerial hoop Keywords: Dystopic, post-apocalyptic, gloom, contemplation Slides 1 & 2: The End of The World as we Know it Slides 3 & 4: Danseuse (Dancer) Slides 5 & 6: The Angry Swan Slides 7 & 8: Sorcières (Witches) 📸 @atelieroz (1, 7 & 8) 📸 @abelkohen (5 & 6)

𝑲𝒀𝑹𝑨 Spelling: ˈkɪrɑ Specificity: DJ Genre(s): Techno Keywords: Tribal, deep, hypnotic, groove Slides 2-5 Set Fusion Festival 2024 Slides 6-8 Last recording of a deep Techno Set [available on my SC] Slide 9 📸 @atelieroz

Currently preparing for a mini french tour performing both at @la.muserie & with @la.fesste with my beloved aerial hoop. Barely had time to really train because I was sick and experienced pain again, but trying to ease into the unpredictable. Learning to trust yourself, your abilities and what your body knows without trying to control the outcome too much is hard. But necessary. Life is mostly about things not going according to the plan. Slide 4, struggling to train with a bronchitis, I could barely breathe but I still pushed myself to go to the studio and the outcome was me not being satisfied, smashing my self esteem and getting home feeling dizzy & like 💩 + extending my recovery time. I want to find new movements, challenge myself, be better but sometimes, the path towards self kindness is just to do with what you have and what you already worked for. Stop chasing the better all the time. The perfect is the enemy of good. I'll just wing it and it will be fine. (Right?!) Or like my dear & wise @dgin_dm told me once while we were facing seriously shitty conditions to perform: "I'll just rely on my stage presence". (🫶🏼🌹) All shots except video by the one and only @atelieroz 🩵 Be well, take care, see you somewhere 💙

I create, therefore, I am. I create to make up for the meaninglessness of existence. I create to fill the void, For the emptiness not to be taken over by despair.  Creating as an act of rebellion against all odds, A wake-up call for us to feel alive to embrace reality with presence. Words, dress by me. All photos by @atelieroz 🌹

Traveling back in time. The perk of creating a performance is digging into your own memories and past, taking a good look at yourself, what you once were, and what you have become. I am currently creating this one for my dear friend @_atharan 's festival, which I will perform at the first weekend of May at @la.muserie Looking at my own childhood and the way I saw the world as a child brought up a lot of tears, but also a sense of delicious melancholy. When I was little, the world around me was full of magic, and anything shiny had a special power. I would spend hours outside making up stories, and I even opened a hospital for snails, repairing their shells with leaves I found in the garden. Time had no impact on how creative I could be. There was no goal, no productivity, nothing but myself and my magic potion made of butterfly wing powder to fly just like Mary Poppins. Growing up is hard because nothing prepares you for what’s to come. What once was fun and discovery sometimes becomes hard work and pain. Time starts running against you. This one is a dialogue with my inner child, and I am grateful for this creative healing journey. 🎈❣️

When I'm on the hoop, Nothing else matters. Cover pic by @atelieroz

To resist is to exist. Save this or share it. My art is being c@ncelleD for partial n[u]ditY. The body is not ob$cene. Cen$orship is. Pictures by @atelieroz Performance "the end of the world as we know it", 2024 @la.fesste

Everybody is pretending. I am too. Shapeshifting to fit the world, the expectations, the algorithm. Constantly looking out there to find out where is the actual truth. But there is no truth. We're bound to play hide & seek. Constantly losing grip and pursuing ephemeral landmarks Doing the work the best you can do to find your voice and reclaim what makes you. Creating while suffocating. Still trying to be human. Hating being one sometimes. Metamorphosis, 2025 📷 @atelieroz @la.fesste

I'm back and ready to move on the earth and twirl in the air. NEXT PERFORMANCES: 02.05 @la.muserie (FR) 09.05 @la.fesste (FR) 04.07 @chateauperchefestival (FR) 18.07 TBA (FR) 24 & 25.07 TBA (DE) More info soon ✨ 📽️@abelkohen . . . . . . #soloperformer #aerialhoops #femaleperformer #dancejam

Making art is more necessary than ever. In a time shaped by violence, abuse, distraction, automation, and the steady erosion of empathy, art remains a way to stay human. It gives form to trauma, memory, rage, grief, and hope. It helps us speak when language fails, and connect where hatred tries to divide. Art does not look away. It questions, resists, remembers, and imagines better. That is why we shall keep making it. 📸 @atelieroz

What if anger is just loneliness with nowhere to go? With “Lorelei”, I explore the existential solitude of mermaids, and on what happens when a being is reduced to a monster because nobody can translate their language. The anger of being misunderstood. A survival instinct that curdles into violence when you are trapped outside of every community, watched, desired, feared, but never met. One of them tries to reach the surface to rewrite the story. To find a new community. To live among those who call her danger. She learns to stand, to walk, to breathe air that burns her lungs. She studies the rules of a world that was never built for her, the codes of conduct, the invisible borders, the looks that turn curiosity into suspicion. Underwater she is too much. On land she is not enough. So she carries two exiles inside her, and neither place will name her as their own. In the end, she dies the way she lived, lonely and misunderstood. “Lorelei” is a mirror, not a myth. A question about our condition. How easily being misunderstood becomes hatred, how easily hatred becomes anger, and how anger, when it has nowhere to be held, becomes solitude. 🎥 by @abelkohen 🔮story, costume, choreography by me @la.fesste , 2024