For Farah Saleh, Palestinian dancer living in Scotland, the body is an archive. In our heads, limbs and torsos, even in our muscles, tendons, bones and organs, are registered whole ranges of movements, actions and reactions, attitudes, expressions of feeling and opinion. Naturally an archive needs an exterior into which its content can be drawn out, examined, put on display, put to use, put to work and so on. Otherwise is the closed archive not in fact, just a tomb?
As her native land was invaded and put under curfew conditions, Saleh tells us how she returned to dance. He private domestic space became the only place where certain movements, certain gestures could be performed, rehearsed – remembered bodily.
Dance became a way to retain, endure and celebrate rather than forget, give up and entomb a range of ways of being and expressing oneself. In ‘What My Body Can/t Remember’ she teaches us to archive the bodily and helps us see that it is through our operation with that archive that we live and share our everyday on earth. Make the right gesture – see this show tonight at the Tramway ( Sat 12 Oct 7pm)