Dance Me! is a dance marathon between two competing generations. The stage is an arena in which She She Pop and guests take on the role of the elderly; the others are a group of young performers. Mutual incomprehension, otherwise known as the generation gap, is brought to the stage and celebrated in a strict dance ritual.

In Bullshit, She She Pop bravely confront the loss of a shared reality. They acknowledge that they know nothing, that even the poetic reality of the theatre space has been compromised. So they try to leave the bubble of their perception. They commit themselves to uncertainty and dedicate themselves to unlearning. Will they still succeed in shaping an experience out of chaos, finding meaning in randomness, creating meaning in the confusion of possibilities – or, as a last resort, declaring bankruptcy a comedy?

As a mental extension of Drawers, She She Pop has once again invited various guests to share the stage or be connected virtually in their new production, Walls. Together, they travel through time to past moments and possible futures. The journey takes the audience along walls that permeate how we perceive shared reality and its emotional impact.

If, in the room where we are meeting, a wish machine were to start operating. If ideas, images, and desires were fulfilled over the course of the evening, step by step; perhaps not exactly as imagined, but recognizable and despite all inadequacies and contradictions.

We approach a shared creative process through self-instructions, scores, and rules of play to answer questions such as: How do we engage in artistic activities collectively? How can we freely develop something while serving a common concept? How can individual initiative and the desire for collaboration be used not against each other, but for each other? What tasks can we set for ourselves to inspire one another? – She She Pop present approaches to collective creative processes in this 2-day workshop.

“High” is a ceremony in a changeable, all-encompassing tent. Here we will gather behind the banner whose inscription we do not yet know. With explicit consideration of all resistances and differences, we will find a rhythm, rehearse a procession and eat from the dough that bears the imprint of all our hands. Until the melancholic, neoliberal ego monster is anaesthetised. Until we jump out of our skin and breathe a sigh of relief: all together. High time.