Giorgos Efthimiou, Yorgos Stavridis, Sofia Loukeri, Vasou Pitsi, Natalya Anastasiou

BySuper Sport

Annabelle

Annabelle is a site-specific performance that took place in the giant burnt rooms of the Psiloritis Refrigerators. The performance was inspired by a Zoroastrian funeral rite performed by our friend Nikos Branidis for his cat, Annabelle. Zoroastrians used to leave their deceased loved ones in the highest points of the city, singing hymns that call the vultures to feed on our deceased loved ones. In the performance, we utilized the natural acoustic properties of the space to invite the birds or to transform ourselves into them. The performance was accompanied by texts from Soren Kierkegaard and Giorgos Efthimiou.

Credits:

Idea & Direction: Giorgos Efthimiou

Sound Direction & Live Sound Design: Yorgos Stavridis

Performers & co-creators: Soffia Loukeri, Vassu Pitsi, Natalya Anastasiou, Giorgos Efthimiou

Texts: Soren Kierkegaard, Gorgos Efthimiou

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