Images of the dying and wounded of WW1 are a horribly familiar sight, the maimed, the blinded, collapsing, gasping men, the pitiful debris of war.
Here the procession is created by dancers who focus on the impact of a hit on their flesh, their eyes, throat, chest, flank, back, gut, knees, the repercussion of the blow spreading throughout their being.
They ‘experience’ virtually the sensation and sound of life ebbing away through their extremities. Their gasping breath is the only music. A grotesque No Man’s Land image is all that is left.