When the artist comes home: Dara Doma by SorryWeCan
Sooo… what happens when technology takes over our jobs? :)
I know my answer: I will seek the irreplaceable.
Projects that return to the essence of what makes us human: the need to create, to feel, to share something real. Why we all chose to come to this reality in the first place.
I will keep chasing those moments that only art, music and dance can translate. The natural groove of the bass player, the sharp inhale of a dancer after the final move, the tears streaming down an artist’s face when she realises the crowd will not stop screaming.
These are the fragments I look for, the ones that transform performance into connection.
Shows are art that take months to build and hundreds of hands to create, all in service of one collective emotion. Every minute choreographed. Every stair on that red stage, every glitter on those jackets, every pixel on that monumental screen, every chord in that Party DJ edit, all those hands shooting up at exactly the right moment. All of it. Art.
This time, I was there not to perform, but to observe.
To capture what it feels like from the inside out: what people see and what they do not.
From the anticipation before the show to the first drop of celebration after.
The sacred exchange between artists and those who came to witness.
Everything unspoken that makes us all part of the same moment.
Endless gratitude to Dara, SorryWeCan, KRSmovement and everyone who poured themselves into this.
Thank you for creating something worth capturing.
Two photos. Almost the same moment.
Do I share the one where Dara is celebrating with her dancers, choreographers, Lola - her daughter, shouting the names of everyone involved? Or the one where she bows in gratitude to everyone who got her back on stage? Here are both.
Because humility matters just as much as joy.
And here… the first drop of the celebration.
