Residencies

• 26.05 > 30.05.2026
• 04.05 > 08.05.2026

“It always hap­pens in my chest.
A very spe­ci­fic spot.
The spot whe­re my pain of non-belon­ging belongs.”

We move, in search of fee­lings of belon­ging, fee­lings of home.
All whi­le phy­si­cal homes are blown apart, was­hed away, occu­pied, sto­len or for­got­ten.
We move, not to explain, not to fix, but to car­ry it.
To car­ry the won­der and cha­os, the con­tra­dic­ti­ons, the desi­res, dreams and memo­ries, of this never-ending jour­ney. And to hold its com­plexi­ty.
We move. Because move­ment is who we are.

With Broken Home, My Shrine, Alix Konadu cre­a­tes a mul­ti­dis­ci­pli­na­ry per­for­man­ce about migra­ti­on and iden­ti­ty unfol­ding through two intertwi­ned per­spec­ti­ves: tho­se who move, and tho­se who grow up in the echo of that move­ment. The migrant, and the migrant’s child. 

Drawing inspi­ra­ti­on from per­so­nal sto­ries and tra­di­ti­ons of shri­nes and objects that car­ry memo­ry and belon­ging, the per­for­mers cre­a­te a sha­red jour­ney through live music and sto­ry­tel­ling. Starting from the fact that migra­ti­on is part of the human expe­rien­ce, love and con­nec­ti­on allow past and futu­re to meet, hol­ding on to huma­ni­ty whe­re it is so easi­ly lost.