Rosalie

EMPUSA ABELHA Puppetry/visual theater 25’ / 40’ EN In an intimate and enigmatic world, a creature stirs. It begins a ritual of transformation, exploring its body and surroundings in a dance of becoming. Through ancestral echoes and silent-filmesque score, the piece weaves together dirt, wax, and memory to evoke poems of decay. Here, endings and beginnings blur, and a quiet metamorphosis takes shape. Drawing on insects, the regal, and the eerie, clownish beauty of nature, Empusa Abelha invites the audience into fragile space where its host continually reinvents itself. FR Empusa Abelha se déploie dans un monde intime et énigmatique où une étrange créature s’éveille. À travers un rituel de transformation, elle explore son corps et son environnement dans une danse du devenir. Inspirée par les abeilles, la mante religieuse et les échos ancestraux, la pièce tisse la terre, la cire et la mémoire pour évoquer la poésie de la décomposition. Ici, fins et commencements se confondent et une métamorphose silencieuse prend forme. Puisant dans l’univers des insectes, le royal, et la beauté clownesque et inquiétante de la nature, Empusa Abelha invite le spectateur dans un espace fragile où la vie se réinvente sans cesse. Created and performed by Rosalie Neal Original music performed by Arno Dedeycker Outside Eye Karine Ponties / Cie Dame De Pic Technical support from Michel Delvigne and Lola Royano Created with the support of Karine Ponties/Cie Dame de Pic, Arts2, Studio Labeur, Le Monty, Pendientes de Un Hilo/Centro del Títere, Godspeed Studios With help from the WBI Special Thanks to/ Un Grand Merci à Jacqueline Brockel, Natacha Belova, Juan Muñoz Rebollo and Inés Maroto, Jeanne Guillou, Samuel Villanueva, Karine Ponties, Mahalia Carette, Caroline Gallois DATES COMING UP Belgian Puppet à Charleville-Mezières September 23-24-25 @belgian_puppet_non_peut_etre Expeditionen ins junge Figurentheater à Leipzig October 8th @westflugel_leipzig Pendientes de Un Hilo à Madrid October 29th @pendientesdeunhilofest And available for other dates, email [email protected] for the production dossier <3 Photos by Marie-Christine Paquot and Nhi Mai

Oh hello! Long time coming…Hrrrroooo what a lilbiglife it has been. Everyday feeling very grateful to be able to have one. I’d choose a heavy heart over no heart at all. Through this messy world, I’ve loved, grooved, moved… to Belgium! Went to puppetry school! Filled notebooks, got hands dirty, obsessed over the miniature, witnessed magic etc!.!.! Theater is poetry and math. I think something cracking open and i am wide awake. Perhaps it’s the planets! Perhaps it’s September! Perhaps it’s the Tribe! ((everything is for and about tribe)) I’ve gotten to meet so many sweet and surprising beings.. I feel I’m expanding, becoming ok with the fleeting, holding a moment tight with care and letting it go, letting it have its imprint on me as we may wear scars and hearts. Dedicated to growth in rot, in the transforming of things, paying attention to the hidden. Wonder exists in plain sight and I feel a need to contain its feeling on me before it’s all gone. A close one said, with frightening calm, I’d like to visit the museums in Paris before the war and I’ve never felt sicker. I want to believe making incubators of worlds to escape into can be important as dreams and can teach us a whole damn lot. Ah!words! Well, Come Visit, Reach Out… I’ll be doing so. Big Lurv. I’ll be posting shows with some special dates coming up! But in the meantime my face for the algaroo and some other sweet tings.

Listening to my angels, generously pouring protection and permission. Happy new year every day. Feeling my heart expand and my energy,insides bubble—ooooo the world can be so beautiful when you let it(and you!) surprise you~ to clearer,happier moments, to breath and to bees! To you and to me! Yawning as Opening, not fatigue. This years about dancing! (Speakingofwhich, i want to learn how to make dance music, my impulses always lead to nightmare-scapes [(sound UP on the video—made it in the TGV;)] so reach out and letsmakethings, collective elevation is near!!!

MOTHER MARY MILK BAR TEASER hehehehehehhe

Birth of a 1000 butterflies

MOTHER MARY MILK BAR At Cloud City @thecloudcity (special thanks to @fefe_le_cat :’) devised, composed and performed by yourstruly direction, lighting and poster by Tate rehklau @tatesexy Scenic, sculpture and rig *master* JBroc @jbroc.jbroc.jbroc Projection design by Nicholas Sanchez @wonderful_cringe Costumes by Chris Moseley @christmoseley Scenic and board op done by Ania Garcia My heart is still so tremendously full from this production. Thank you to everyone involved (truly the most glorious and extraordinary team a lil bo-beep could ever dream of), to everyone who came and everyone who will come to the next iteration, hopefully very soon!! <3 Oof theater is magic!!!!!!!!!!

oooooo how beautiful is this little Fleurs du Mal. I love to imagine all the little ladies with little shoes and elegant dresses on trains in the late 1800s squeezing this out of their little purse (it was the only thing that fit in there of course) and reading the little book of ginormous excellence and then with their dancing minds and sophisticated grace, look out the little window to see a huge world and a great possibility for love and pleasure and gluttony and lust and faith and travel and the desperate attempt to find any of this at all in a rotten world, and then realizing that the meaning of life may never been found in any of these things, that perhaps it is in finding no meaning at all, and then the little train slows down and she gets off, leaving the book accidentally but obviously subconsciously on purpose and then the next little woman with little shoes in the late 1800s comes on a finds it and has her realizations with it and leaves it for the next little lady and the next and the next and the next and that’s how it’s lost a little of its color but has retained a smell of faint perfume

Oh HEY!! I have a big announcement ~ performance Alert! For the past couple of months (and perhaps many more through ranging mediums) I have been working on a solo piece called MOTHER MARY MILK BAR. It is a dive into the mother of icons herself, the Virgin Mary; an embodied, hallucinatory travel through various emotional and physical landscapes (yes and soundscapes of course ya know me). I am overjoyed and spooked (a good feeling, I assure you. The butterflies are definitely dancing!) to be sharing it. It’s happening on May 27th at Cloud City in Brooklyn so save the date, mark your calendars!!! Big thank u thank u to an ol’ homie from the past @fefe_le_cat for this kismet opportunity. I have been working with some of my favorite people @jbroc.jbroc.jbroc , @tatesexy , @christmoseley and it has felt like unwrapping a gift each day. This feels like a very exciting time because it is my first solo piece for a wwwwhile and I have been expanding the means, ways and contents of how I create and how I interrogate/explore (at least right now! Heck— The World Calls!!!) Well, all of that to say, it would mean the world to me if you came, so please come:)<3 LINK FOR TIX IS IN BIO! Poster by @tatesketchy (!!!) https://withfriends.co/event/14298577/mother_mary_milk_bar

Ooooo! 4/20! Two days ago marked the seventh year of Seána’s spirit and energy dancing around elsewhere, embedded and submerged in things, anywhere a mouse and ghost go. Energy repurposed, inevitably probably getting caught, kissing and lingering on something and then breezed into something else. What an awe-full yet wondrous, distinct number engulfed in mysticism and intuition: one which pulses into rhythm, one that may not ever rhyme but just is. Today Seána would have been 25!!!! Also a wild number. And I have found you closer to God. Spring always felt contradictory to my stubborn, solitary reckoning with the absence of you whilst also coexisting with the inexplicable and shouting feeling of spring: warmth and sunshine and buds sprouting out of trees.. and that smell!! of a new cycle, energy reconfigured from past seasons into this moment, the force of the present… The little budding flower taking a chance, hoping the next couple of days will be warm enough to uncover more movement and presence, and when it’s not warm but the bud has sprung and the cold is back, the resilience of this bud to hold on, to trust and surrender is how I feel you have navigated with me though these years. I always wanted to keep you as close and tight to me as possible so that I could preserve us, yet nature has always gently taught me the ineffectiveness of attempted control. We’re learning how to dance with tender release. Surrendering can be a scary word but can also be wildly liberating. And your energy is so wise, it chose spring, the most metaphoric transition of the senses. I feel tricked by my own self who got lost and felt alone in how to deal. But I get to move forward your energy, memories of you, sweet beautiful friends and the overwhelming gratitude I have that we were placed on the same planet at the same time together. Like Wow! Thank you!!! Cheers to lots of movement, rhythms that fold and unfold in shared stories and memories and laughter, to more ANDs and less BUTs (but more booty always), to your life alive and always wandering in new form, TO YOU. Speaking to u through this cyber vortex in case ur currently inhabiting it. I love you and miss you SO MUCH #tpain

Part 2 taken in Père Lachaise + Agustín Cárdenas in Montparnasse <3

Part 1 of cemetery wanderings and some frozen words of what once held heat. There was a part of me that saw cold eye Held grown hands And wept wet stars Below a vantage point of class I saw clearly hidden efforts at retaliation A dope fiend cries asleep Beware of management They’ll blast cool waste down memory lane Hope for trade in mindless gain A loss baited upwards, unleashed never forgotten I see you here from there Falling asleep, rest unbecoming

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