“But time is life, and life exists in our hearts, and the more of it that the people saved, the less they actually had.”
Michael Ende – Momo and the thieves of time.
From an early age, I have been fascinated by a mystery. Though shared by each of us, and known to all, it seldom raises a second thought. That mystery is time. A second can feel like an eternity or passes in a flash. But when you look at the clock, every hour is exactly the same.
As a theater maker, scenographer and researcher, I'm captivated by the absurdity of our existence.  How do we give meaning to the limited time we have in life? How can we be present? Why does it sometimes feel like life is flying by? And how can we slow down time? Armed with these questions I work, research, and make. Questions where I don’t have an answer to, but I do feel the necessity to share with the spectator. I offer a counterbalance to the fast and rumbling times we live in and create experiences that attempt to slow down the feeling of time. My work makes you forget about the future and the past. It asks you to be in the present time.
While exploring the concept of time I combine elements like sound, movement and the position of the spectator.  Based on my questions I construct performative moments with light as my main performer.

Cover of final research document

“The Sun will rise and set regardless. What we choose to do with the light while it's here is up to us.”
Alexandra Elle
The sun has always played a big role in my life and that of my family, especially in that of my grandfather. While gardening he taught me to enjoy the small moments of sun in between work, and forget about time.
In this performance I will construct a moment just for you. A meeting between you and the sun. As an attempt to make us consider the movement of the earth in relation to the sun
In this work I use simpel materials: cart-board, reflecting foil, and a hoist and fishing wire o create small moments with light.  While seeing a beautiful koper sun rising, you will also see me as the mechanic at work, pulling the hoist that makes the sun rise. A play between seeing the sublime but also the mechanism behind it.