Paved Life 370.
(photo credit: Ran Shabi)
As a recent newcomer who gets more attention than most, 36- year-old Rotem
Tashach finally offers a full-evening work, titled Paved Life, lamenting the
loss of body actions free from social codes since prehistoric man discovered the
And what a revelation! It completely changed the way we
experience daily physical conduct in public. No crawling in restaurants, tree
climbing in the paved cities is replaced by paying to climb artificial,
designated synthetic walls. On the other hand, Tashach (Hebrew acronym for 1948)
enjoys free time for his experimental art with public funds, which should be
counted among other advantages he enjoys, such as not having to run for miles
barefoot on rocky hills after a rabbit for his daily meal.
line is that the hour-long piece, in spite of its inherent basic weaknesses, is
highly entreating, at times witty and often humorous, physically inventive and
presents a group of delightfully talented dancers.
Tashach juggles text
and movement, trying to force the text as an independent entity on a parallel
universe celebrating cerebral dominance. On the dance floor it soon
looses to richer, more viable language of body-soul motivated by passion and
instincts. At that point, halfway through, the dancers gave up breathlessly
reciting endless chatty, sporadic wisdom tidbits, and switch to text based on
what their bodies do best, rather than their intellectual
From that point on, delightful treatment of body and verbal
texts managed to portray the uniqueness of Tashach’s dance
approach. There was so much bold wit in the Kama Sutra strictly technique
class, or the oneon- one lecture demonstration in courting technique, Macho
style, given by a petite female dancer, to name but a few funny, delectable
pieces, obviously based on the dancers’ own experiences, but treated with
exceptionally creative intricate choreography of refined instincts.