SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

Kuramanunya is our latest dance theatre work. It will present an in development season as the Adelaide Fringe Festival. We will be presenting this season at Australian Dance Theatre’s Odeon Theatre.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

SILENCE is about the space in between. The conversations not being heard and the responses that are muted. Through the beating of a drum, bodies thrash through frequencies to uncover what lies in the SILENCE.

SILENCE can give stories and strength, yet SILENCE can wound. There’s SILENCE between the stars as the Emu travels across the night sky, or the dancer’s energy when they hit the Cut between rhythms. It’s also the deafening silence under white noise. The same questions echoed through generations.

We have marched across Country. We have had promises made and promises broken. We have drafted our own, and we are still the only sovereign peoples without one. In SILENCE we pull it from under the rug and slam it back on the table. Let’s listen to the SILENCE and design an agreement to heal us, our land and the wound of this nation. Because the conversation about a TREATY will never be silenced.

Bones break, blood boils and bodies morph as the dingo howls deep into the night. Always watching, the wedge-tailed eagle carries generational knowledge on its wingspan. A colony of jittery ants explore new terrain, peering into every nook and cranny. And the Lyre, bird imitating art? Or appropriating its true purpose. Can you relate?

Come in, grab a biccy and a cuppa. All shapes and kinds are accepted here, this is a safe space and not your usual support group.

Through Karul’s signature sharp movement, combined with text, song, and projections, they challenge what you think you know about shapeshifting.

If you’re ready to join the support group, wear your animal loud and proud. Dress in your fur, fleece or feathers; your beaks, claws or tails. All animal outfits are welcome whether it be cloaks, coats, make up, or masks.

What does an Aboriginal Australian person look like? Act like? Sound like? Do they all have black skin, live in the bush and are they naked?

Extracting contemporary gestural motif from Aboriginal archetypes, MIS]CONCEIVE’s hip-hop, physical percussion and rhythmic cultural pattern is expressive and immediate. Through the assertion of a continuous Aboriginal dance canon, the aesthetic rejects, reveals and re-educates modern (mis)understandings of Indigeneity, [MIS]CONCEIVE argues that ‘knowledge’ does not equal comprehension. Books are not their covers. One size does not fit all.

Kelly and his ensemble move
with assured physicality in this high-energy work that pulses with humour, play and personal stories. Voice and body become pathways to traditional dance and song, as repetition and disguise make way for moments of discovery. [MIS]CONCEIVE brings audiences through the past, to understand the present, and move forward into a better future.

QPAC PRESENTS A KARUL PROJECTS DOUBLE BILL OF TAREE SANSBURY’S '“mi:wi” AND THOMAS E.S. KELLY’S “CO_EX_EN”.