Syrian Dreams Project ist ein interaktives Kunstprojekt, dass seit 2011 die Nachtträume der Syrer während der Revolution sammelt, archiviert und sie als Grundlage für internationale Kunstprojekte zur Verfügung stellt.
Initiatorin ist die in Syrien geborene und in München lebende Choreografin und Tänzerin Mey Seifan.
Einige der insgesamt rund 200 bisher gesammelten Träume finden Sie hier in englischer Übersetzung sowie z.T. im arabischen Original:
Einen Beitrag des Bayerischen Fernsehens vom März 2014 über Mey Sefan und die Uraufführung ihrer Performance Zerstörung für Anfänger (Dezember 2013, i-camp), in der sie Teile dieses besonderen Archivs einer Traumlogik folgend in Choreografien und Bilder übersetzte, finden Sie hier.
Zerstörung für Anfänger 2, die Fortsetzung ihrer choreografischen Auseinandersetzung, sehen Sie im Rahmen des Festivals Rodeo München am 9. Oktober 2014 bei uns im i-camp.
Bildmaterial der Uraufführung Zerstörung für Anfänger (Dezember 2013, i-camp) finden Sie hier.
courage_loading. Eine neue Reihe von Bühnenprojekten am i-camp in München (2012ff)
Wir leben in Zeiten vielfältiger, teils neuer oder neu entdeckter weltweiter Widerständigkeiten. Das Bewusstsein der gefühlten oder tatsächlichen Ohnmacht, sowohl von Individuen als auch ganzen Völkern angesichts alter und neuer, nicht selbst gewählter Zwangssysteme setzt neue Kräfte frei. Der aktive Wille nach Veränderung bricht sich bahn und treibt die Menschen vielerorts auf die Straßen.
In der Reihe „courage_loading“ werden am i-camp in München Produktionen präsentiert, die sich mit dem aktuellen, globalen Tagesgeschehen auseinandersetzen. Zum Auftakt der Reihe waren dies 2012 insbesondere Produktionen, die sich thematisch auf die weltweiten Aufstände, insbesondere auf den „Arabischen Frühling“ und dessen Auswirkungen bezogen.
Die Produktionen sind stilistisch so unterschiedlich wie ihre Macher. Dennoch haben sie zwei wichtige Gemeinsamkeiten. Sie setzen sich mit der Frage auseinander was die Ereignisse, die sie thematisieren mit uns hier in Deutschland zu tun haben. Und sie suchen nach einer künstlerischen Übersetzung von realem Material auf die Bühne.
Auf andere Weise als gefilmte Dokumentationen oder geschriebene Texte bietet das Theater in seiner Unmittelbarkeit verschiedene Möglichkeiten, aktuelles „dramatisches Material“ erlebbar zu machen. Der reale Theaterraum im Hier und Jetzt, die Präsenz von Menschen auf der Bühne und die Kommunikation mit dem Publikum kann eine ganz direkte und andere Auseinandersetzung schaffen.
In der Behandlung von tagesaktuellen Themen ist es nicht möglich einen Jahresspielplan zu entwerfen, denn sie ändern sich ständig. Mit dem Ansatz diese Auseinandersetzung immer wieder neu zu versuchen, gibt das i-camp alle paar Monate ein neues Programm mit einem oder mehreren neuen Produktionen zu „courage_loading“ heraus.
Choreografie: Ceren Oran
18. / 19. Juni 2015, i-camp
Nichtstaat Schwerpunkt: Staat / Individuum Performance von Hysterisches Globusgefühl
Work in progress: 30. August 2014
Premiere: März 2015
Name: Ghaith Adib
Date: July 2011 (dreamt before 2010 for sure)
This is a dream but not any dream - this is grievous.
I am at a party with a lot of people, and the topic of the party is political, meaning supporting the president or Kolooka, regardless - what matters is that people are dancing and partying...
So I told myself I should enjoy myself as well ... I wanted to dance - and people started to poke me what am I doing... and they were all waiting for communique No. 1 (affiliated with the coup) and all were anxious and they don't want to show, that they know and the report would not be released and they are all waiting for it...
I started thinking that soon the report will be released and it will insult the government, but maybe they came back and controlled the situation... eating the shit of its suffering - I have to wait a bit and then... the dream ended without hearing the communique.
Syrian Dreams Project #02 - I cried and with burning intensity (2011)
Name: Ghaith Adib
Date: July 2011 (dreamt before 2011)
Another dream, the beginning is not very important, I am somewhere, people are gathered on top of a mountain, I look up to the sky and I see a white dot like stars but not stars because they are gathered in orderly fashion, I felt as if it was something unknown is looking down on me, anyway, I want to get down from the mountain, I am in a golf car and I want to go down a road that is very steep and dusty, at a turn I meet someone and what is going on here, about a place that is not a road - but if I go down this place, I take the road like a fool and I went down and so there were rugged stones and my car was hit.
So I went down walking, carrying my car as if it was a bag. I reached the road and told myself the car is reduced to nothing, so I had a look at the car and found it squashed, that its width is almost 50 cms, so I told myself shit to this state, I have to fix it.
The following day in the morning, we were at a farm that has someone very clever in fixing cars but is a pick pocket. Anyway, we went to him and while I am greeting him, I kissed him as I know him and I won't suspect him, and he too started to kiss me and some more and after we were done, I put my hand on my pocket and I didn't findd my mobile phone, he stole it while greeting me, and he gave it back to me as if he was joking with me. Anyway, all this time I wasn't feeling very comfortable, and every time I lose something I suspect that he is the one who stole it.
At the airport, Manal wants to travel, and I am giving her a Samsonite-sized bag, but with fur and its fuchsia and it has knives and weapons, so that I pass it with you and there is no that X-ray machine, that can detect it and of course that plan is mine and the pick pocket. While she is passing through the airport someone is looking at me and is searching, and without the x-ray he makes her open the bag (and this is what did not occur to me) and he finds the weapons and I escape.
The important part, the Syrians and the Turks, between us and them, there is a military agreement, but the Turks betrayed us and attacked us - occupying the country. I go to a big building that is the parliament maybe, it is me and a group of young people and my grandfather. The thing that I know that I live before the old events but the places are all new and that we go to relive it. The Turks come and besiege the building and an officer comes and tells us, surrender to us the building. I found that my grandfather went and slapped him across the face, and I go and slap him across the face and I lock the door and I look out of the window and I find all the people coming down in revolt in the streets against what is happening and making noise, at this point my eyes tear and I say to my uncle, see how the Syrian people used to create revolts and coups and how it happened and that the Syrian people are an important thing but what a pity...
Syrian Dreams Project #03 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Mey Seyfan
Date: July 2011
I passed a house very familiar to me. I found Bashar and Asmaa sitting at a dining room table. In normal ordinary way, as if the house was their house. But also for me it was normal that they were there.
Asmaa is sitting crossing one leg over the other, and shaking, a bit nervous.
As for Bashar, very relaxed, as if he has no news of anything in life. I sat with them at the table and told Bashar: "Come and lets talk a word or two and I explain to you what is going on" (and my family's friends sitting with us at the table also, but in truth I don't know who is there).
I told him: "See, the real problem is that maybe there are many people who seriously love you, and who love you personally! They will not change and they see practically how the country's situation is bad, but what do you want to do... love is love. Those people we call them the group "we love you a lot a lot" (and I gathered my hand into a fist and placed it on my chest, I fluttered my lashes with a stupid smile). So brother Bashar, my opinion is that you fix your situation and take out the scum around you, and I bring you a few guys who understand - they explain to you what is happening and you stay a little bit as president if you want.. or tell you what, I have a better suggestion, you cede the presidency, and don't worry, we create a ministry for you, the ministry of 'we love you', and we keep you and your wife as ministers, and the auditors, meaning the people who love you, come to you and they take pictures with you and they talk to you about their problems and you colour flags and do charity projects and open festivities and things like this... so what do you think?"
So he laughed a lot like his laugh in his first speech and he said to me: "But me and my wife Athmaa would love very much to stay presidents and the Alawites are demanding that we transfer all the embassies of foreign countries to their lands so that they are not hassled every time they come to Damascus, for the visa."
...this is what I remember, the rest is jumbled and unclear.
Syrian Dreams Project #04 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Fatina Laila
Date: July 2011
I dreamt that I went to a suburb of Damascus at one of my friends... escaping from the events... and I passed a building... took the elevator...pressed the first... the elevator opened and a wall appeared in front of me... went back and down..I pressed 3 and a wall appeared in front of me. I went and went down... I found a pool... I said I swim... I doubted this water...
The water turned out blaaaaaack... and around me dead fish.. on the surface of the water it is floating and opening its mouth...also its colour is black...
Damn it! When I began writing, the electricity cut off... Everything I wrote is gone. But I will write the dream again.
I am in Beirut and in Beirut in the metro, but the metro line is very heavy, it goes down to the water at times and it is like roller coaster in a water park...
The buses there look like the ones we have, but they don't have doors and they drive on roads that are affiliated with the metro, meaning they look like golf cars... anyway I am riding one of them and its very rough because they are fast - and they have no safety belt so I remain scared that I fall in the water.
Sitting at the train station with a group of people and I am looking to my left and I find all of sudden the display screen for arrival times and the like, it shortcircuited and sparks came out of it... so I tell myself what the hell go and short-circuit the display screen above us also... I look above and I don't find one above us because we are at the very end of the station almost and to my right the trains are standing and above me in the ceiling I can only see the sky if I look above to the right...
Slanted I am riding the metro and going to my friend's home in Beirut with a group of people that I know... me and my friend change our seat every now and then and we go backwards... I hear someone (a woman) screaming as if she's an alarm: we are about to drown, we are about to drown - we are about to drown... I found at the end of the metro water on the floor... because it descended on the water (like I mentioned before the metro in Beirut is like a roller coaster in water), so I am telling her no need to scream it is normal - it descends like this - it is international and the like... she stares and says: smoke smoke smoke (but I was hearing her we are drowning)... I find a slightly old woman smoking a cigarette so I tell her there is no need to smoke in the metro and that this woman... Oh God let it go.
A while later I sit in a place and I find on the table (yes there is a table in the metro) stickers and little bags that has something like mobile phone chains, their colour is more of bronze and very pretty and I remember one of those chains look like a dragon fly... anyway the metro is almost empty and there remains me, my friend and two girls - they look very nice, from our mood (style, hair, attire, even one was putting one of those nice bone glasses) anyway from our mood so they came to me - and I am playing with the stickers that look as if someone forgot them... they told me to give them specific stickers... or they are asking me if I have some of the stickers for them... I tell them come and look which ones you want... so they come a bit... and I am telling myself that by God this is good, maybe we become friends considering I don't know many people in Lebanon - and they look nice... but unfortunately they turn out to be complicated and they treat me as if I work for them or I am selling those stickers... because after they come a bit with me and I am showing them different stickers they tell me take a list of stickers names that we want and get them... so I tell them that I don't know them all, you can take them all and pick the ones you want... .so one of them tells me in a very nasty manner... that, no dude, we will not take them all... because... huh... we have no place in the bag.
Anyway I at that time am completely engrossed with them... and I am not paying attention to the road and I am relying on my friend to observe the road... I find him distracted and I look to the road and I find that we are at Jermana....I was bummed that man what if we want to go back now and he tells me its fine the metro will not pass Jermana and that it will turn and go back to Beirut... and the talk goes that he is saying the metro will not pass by the president square and I am telling him that it looks like it will pass.....the metro turns and it passes from halfway from the president's square almost almost in front of the statue... and I awake.
I dreamt a while ago that the barrier that stands in front of me every time I go down from the house and which is a room or a military point, it was locked and the writings that were on the room's walls were erased and which we all don't know... and there were people standing in front of the room in army uniform and they were greeting us...
Then I awoke and I was very optimistic, but unfortunately this story was over a month and now nothing happened and with everyday I become more pessimistic...
Syrian Dreams Project #07 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Ruham Hawash
Date: July 2011
Today, specifically, I dreamt that I was in my classes in Heba Institute. I dreamt that I am hearing a sound outside the class, saying "God is great freedom", I looked at one of my colleagues, he was smiling.
And from the window there seems to be an open tomb, waiting for the coffin. I came closer to the window and the professor is still talking, I look out of the window, on the right I found a mourning tent. The tent was shaking and the sound and the dust are coming from it. I went back to look at the open grave... and was scared and woke up.
I dreamt that I was riding with three girls on a motorbike, that one that is driving has a very strong personality and a leading one. And with her there is a little girl, very pretty, but she left her on the street running after the bike. And they return to meet at the traffic lights. The little girl is about five years but she is used to run after the bike and she does not see anything wrong with the issue. And she is not demanding to ride on the bike.
And I go back to talk to the woman that is driving (maybe she is the mother) and I am telling her that this should not be and it is not humane, even if the girl is used to it and has no problem... but she is a child and sure she is going to be more happy if you take her in your embrace instead of letting her run after you on the bike. The mother did not pay attention to me and remained driving, the girl is running with complete instinct.
We reached the following traffic light, I signaled to the girl so she can come to me, she was very happy and she jumped sitting in my embrace, and we felt that this is good and this is better and more comfortable... the mother disappeared.
I dreamt that everyone is looking for a girlfriend and is using the events a bit to show off his lost character, he finds his girlfriend that is waiting in the place, where he is dreaming a stable.
Syrian Dreams Project #10 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Salam Hasan
Date: July 2011
A while ago I saw in my dream that me and all my people together were walking on water, blue deep water that flooded half our houses. I saw in my dreams, that me and my people walking on water, water blue and deep that flooded half our houses.
Syrian Dreams Project #11 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Dasha Jamel
Date: July 2011
A big swimming pool. It was boiling little black things. It looked like boiling mud, and the mud jumped out of the swimming pool. I found out that the fish eating blood... They were used to remove the traces of blood.
I dreamt today that I am boiling black coffee in a pot, but it is transforming to orange carrot juice and its tipping over all the time and it is foaming...
syrian Dreams Project #13 - Untitled (2011)
Name: Mey Seifan
Date: August 2011
I dreamt that we all lived in water. It felt like a massive lake, or even a sea. Everything and all objects we use in our daily life were in water or on the surface. There were borders between the territories and the neighbourhoods. These borders were nets. This was the way we lived; we even changed our clothes in water. The only thing was that we could not breathe in water. We had to move up, otherwise we would sink. At nights, we floated on our backs.
I don’t know why we did not have the option of a floating mattress, or floating chairs. My god! We were so busy in that dream, and very very tired. Are not you guys feeling tired?
I dream that Hamza Al-Khatib (a kid who was tortured to death by Al-Assad forces) and I were in a playground. We were in a broken Ferris wheel. My head was hitting the ground while Hamza remained up. We left it. I went with my father and my brother. They had a weird impression; it was a mix of fear and rebellion. We walked the playground. There were people praying in the playground. We continued walking. I decided to go to the toilet and left my family.
When I became alone, someone (I don’t know whether male or female) threw daggers on me, one after the other. They did not touch me. I sheltered behind a door, but this ‘someone’ broke the door’s handle. I got imprisoned in a small and dark cell that had a high ceiling. All of a sudden, the cell became full of water and I started sinking and suffocating. I tore my clothes and tried to break the door, hoping to let the water out of the room. But I could not. I swam to reach the surface and found corpses and shreds. I got scared and continued swimming. A ghost of a little girl appeared behind me. She asked me where Shadi Abu Fakher is. She repeated the question over and over. I continued swimming to find myself home. There was another girl pretending to be me. I came closer to her, and wanted to ask her why she did all that to me but I fell off bed and woke up.
I dreamt that the Facebook gang gathered. We went to a building construction... we found a huge bulldozer... we glued notebook covers (the ones we used back in school) on the bulldozer, so the bulldozer became impenetrable. We went inside it and we walked until we reached a desert.
I was looking through the window, and saw a tank on each balcony. They were small tanks. I spoke to the neighbors and they started speaking to one another. But they used the tanks’ language. A voice from the sky telling me that the alphabetical letters were lost, and there was not a spoken language anymore. I ran the streets looking for the letters. I woke up and I still cannot find them.
Syrian Dreams Project #19 - Untitled (2013)
Name: Nawras Al-Sharkasi
Date: February 2013
We were about 200 people sitting in a stadium. At the end of the stadium was a platform. In the middle of the platform, stands a rostrum, where the criminal Bisho (a funny name of Bashar Al-Assad) is standing giving a speech. He was counting his achievements, and was addressing his words to one of the opposition, who was sitting with us in the stadium.
We left the stadium when he finished his speech, but the criminal Bisho walked with us. A few steps away from me, Bisho poked someone, and ordered him to kneel down. The poor man kneeled down and kissed the criminal’s boot. Bisho passed in front of me, passed me, then looked back at me and asked me my name. I told him my name. He said: ‘you kneel down for me after saying your name, you rubbish.’ I ignored him, and, in my dream, I solicit God to give me strength and to refuse kneeling down. Bisho pulled me from my shoulder and said: ‘you kneel down you rubbish.’ The moment his hand touched my shoulder, I punched him in the belly. He wobbled and moved away from me. Instantly, I saw myself on the ground getting beaten up with sticks, metal pipes, cables, riffles and whips.
From above, I saw myself dead with my head smashed on the ground. The square was empty and pictures moved back slowly, as if it was my soul floating and seeing me from above.
Me rest in peace. Amen
Syrian Dreams Project #20 - Untitled (2013)
Name: Tariq A Safieh
Date: March 2013
I was received indifferently, but hatred was dominant. i spent that long time trying to recognize who they are, but I could not tell who these people were. I cannot recall the details of the place where they arrested me. There was a forest and a cinema screen.
As a victim I stood among the executers waiting for someone… they are silent, waiting for orders regarding me. And I was silent looking for any sign to tell who they are. Then the man we were waiting for arrived. He looked like a leader. I looked a bit into his features. He looked like all pimps/leaders. I tried to quickly scan his cloth and its connotations. I remember seeing something I did not understand, but time was not on my side… I took the risk and attempted to rescue myself from a fear, I know nothing of it but a hatred face that dominates the scene.
All things I did or did not do were a waste. This occurred to me when I found that this was not an investigation, but a judgment of my entire life.
Everything now is bizarre and abnormal. Everything I see and comprehend is bizarre, even myself. What am I doing here? It looks like all prisons but people inside are totally free.
I wear a white loose cloth with dirty yellow spots on it. I stand shaken by the aggressive people around me. They too wear white loose clothes with dirty yellow spots on them. Now I recognize it. A group of aggressors and I, this is the punishment then!
They scream all the time and scatter savagely. They move as if this place is their private castle,
I am still observing and thinking, and I don’t recognize my sin/felony.
I wonder what to do? What will I do? Is there a way out?
Syrian Dreams Project #21 - A huge knife (2013)
Name: Heba Al-Ansari
Date: Septembre 2013
I slit my chest from the right side, or the left side, I cannot remember. I pulled my heart among my ribs. It tasted garlic. I smashed it strongly... this is what I remember from my dream
Zerstörung für Anfänger: Bildmaterial Uraufführung
Die Uraufführung von "Zerstörung für Anfänger" fand im Dezember 2013 im i-camp statt.
Mit tent erweitert i-camp das Spektrum seiner Aktivitäten in Sachen Förderung und Bereicherung der Münchener Kunstszene – und zwar in zweifacher Hinsicht:
Einerseits wird mit tent ein regelmäßiges Gastspielprogramm etabliert, das auswärtige KünstlerInnen auch außerhalb der Münchener Festivals einlädt und so die Frequenz der Impulse erhöht, die i-camp für die Münchener Kunstszene setzt.
Andererseits intensiviert tent die Förderung von Münchener Projekten, indem Präsentationsmöglichkeiten auch für solche Arbeiten geschaffen werden, die beispielsweise aufgrund prozessorientierter Arbeitsweisen oder sparten-übergreifender Ästhetiken bislang keine geeigneten Förderinstrumente in München vorfinden.
Das Ziel von tent besteht also darin, Arbeitsweisen und Ästhetiken der zeitgenössischen Kunst, die in München bisher kaum zu sehen waren, sowohl verstärkt nach München zu holen als auch dort, wo sie bereits in München vorhanden sind, zu einer deutlicheren Entfaltung zu bringen – und München auf diese Weise sowohl für ansässige als auch für auswärtige KünstlerInnen interessanter zu machen.
Unter dem Motto "tentative content for tent" haben Künstler aus München und der Welt unsere Bühne und Foyer bei der Auftaktveranstaltung ein Wochenende lang zum Campingplatz gemacht, Zelte aufgeschlagen, Lagerfeuer angezündt, gegrillt und darüber gesprochen, was sie außer Zelt, Schlafsack und Isomatte brauchen, um Ihre künstlerischen Experimente umzusetzen - und was München braucht, um für sie als experimentierende KünstlerInnen interessanter zu werden.
Es wurden zudem geplante oder bereits fertige künstlerische Arbeiten im Rahmen eines offenen Programms vorgestellt.
Durchgängige Installationen / work in progress: 27./28. März 2009, ganztägig
Natalia Borissova installiert einen klangerzeugenden
Stromkreis, an den sich Personen, Tiere, Pflanzen und andere Dinge anschließen können.
Signe Lidén und Annesofie Norn kreieren drei 'sound subjects' aus Klangmaterial, das sie auf einer Reise von Oslo über Kopenhagen nach München gesammelt haben.
Präsentationen und Konzerte Freitag, 27. März 2009, ab 20:30 Uhr:
Daniel Door von fromnoise bringt sein Wurfzelt mit und lässt Vogelgezwitscher, Krähengeschrei, Schafblöken, Quietschen und Knarzen von
Folterinstrumenten und einer umbrischen Kirchentür aus einem baumartigen Etwas mit Lautsprecherfrüchten ertönen. Dazu gibts eine elektrifizierte Zither, Maschinengetrommel
und Gesang von eventuellen Ko-PerformerInnen - und möglicherweise sogar einen fahrbaren Pinguin.
15 Jahre i-camp / Neues Theater München (1993 – 2008)
Das i-camp, ehemals 1993 als ‚Neues Theater München‘ gegründet und von Anbeginn an als Infrastrukturmaßnahme der Landeshauptstadt mit dem Auftrag zur langfristigen, qualitätvollen Entwicklung und Sicherung von Strukturen für die Arbeit der freien Szene betraut, blickt mittlerweile auf eine erfolgreiche 15-jährige Geschichte zurück.
Rund 600 Produktionen aus den Bereichen zeitgenössisches Theater, zeitgenössischer Tanz, Neue Musik, Performance, Bildende Kunst, Videokunst, Elektronischer Medien und all ihren Mischformen wurden im i-camp zur (Ur-)Aufführung gebracht. Viele arrivierte Künstler haben hier performt und koproduziert und kehren immer wieder gerne – als Künstler oder Gäste – zu uns zurück.
Das i-camp ist zudem seit langen Jahren ein fester und zuverlässiger Kooperationspartner, unter anderem bei der Tanzwerkstatt Europa und den internationalen Festivals DANCE, ADevantgarde und Spielart der Landeshauptstadt München.
Geburtstagsfest am 15. Dezember 2008
Mit rund 250 Künstlern und Organisatoren aus der freien Szene, Repräsentanten der hiesigen Kulturpolitik, Mitgliedern des Stadtrats und Medienvertretern feierte das i-camp am 15. Dezember sein 15-jähriges Bestehen.
Musikalisch umrahmt wurde der Abend im Wechsel durch volkstümliche Klänge von Koflgschroa, einer zeitgenössischen Einlage von piano possibile und Grooves der Szeneentdeckung Hummmel. Auf sechs Videoscreens wurden Mitschnitte von den rund sechshundert Produktionen aus den vergangenen 15 Jahren gezeigt.
Der Abend liess den Gästen viel Raum und Gelegenheit sich kennenzulernen und sich über Kunstsparten hinweg auszutauschen sowie neue Kontakte zu knüpfen. Die Ausdauerndsten hielten dann auch bis in die frühen Morgenstunden aus und machten rege von dieser Möglichkeit Gebrauch.
Entsprechend zufrieden zeigten sich Robert Hofmann stellvertretend für den Theaterverein München e.V., der als Träger des i-camp fungiert. „Wir haben gesehen, dass München über eine lebendige Freie Szene verfügt, die die wesentliche Grundlage der Existenz der ‚Institution‘ i-camp bildet. Bedanken möchten wir uns bei allen, die dazu beigetragen haben, dass das i-camp als Plattform des freien, künstlerischen Gedankens überhaupt dauerhaft ermöglicht wurde. Unser Dank geht weiterhin an alle Künstler, die in den vergangenen 15 Jahren das i-camp nicht nur bespielt, sondern auch als Ort des Experiments und der Diskussion verstanden und mit Leben erfüllt haben.“
Kulturreferent Dr. Hans-Georg Küppers brachte es abschließend treffend auf den Punkt und wünschte dem i-camp, „dass es auch in den nächsten Jahren weiterhin von der gesamten freien Szene als lebendiges Forum genutzt wird.“
Videos von der 15-Jahre-Feier
Auf der 15-Jahre-Feier des i-camp spielten piano possibile, Kofelgschroa und Hummmel.
Die Polizeidirektion Au war von der Programmauswahl derart begeistert, dass sie spontan eine eigene Delegation schickte.
Förderung - i-camp ist eine Infrastrukturmass- nahme der Landeshauptstadt München und wird vom Kulturreferat gefördert.
Einen Vorbericht zur Tanz-und Performance-Plattform Wilde Tendenzen (15. / 16. + 18. / 19. Juli) lesen Sie in der Süddeutschen Zeitung. Kulturtipps hören Sie am 12. Juli im Interkulturellen Magazin auf B5 aktuell und am 14. Juli auf Radio Lora 92.4. Einen Nachbericht lesen Sie bei kultamour.de und in einer der nächsten Ausgaben von Dance Europe.
Facebook - Tages- aktuelle Meldungen findet Ihr auf unserer
Videos - Eine Auswahl an Mitschnitten findet Ihr in unserem YouTube-Channel. Mehr Kultur! - Ab 2015 sind wir Kulturpartner der Theatergemeinde e.V. München.
Mehr Vielfalt! - Wir sind Mitglied im Verband Freie Darstellende Künste Bayern, der Interessenvertretung der professionellen, freien Theater in Bayern.
Mehr Toleranz! - Wir sind Teil der Initiative Kunst und Kultur für Respekt, mit der sich Münchner Kunst- und Kulturschaffende gegen Rassismus,
Rechtsextremismus und Rechtspopulismus engagieren.
Mehr Engagement! - Die Initiative Kulturraum München vermittelt kostenfreie Tickets an Menschen mit geringem Einkommen. Wir sind seit der Spielzeit 2011/12 Kooperationspartner.
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