BODY OF WORK
KEHATÄIS
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Body of Work explores both physical and invisible labor, maneuvering through gender roles, expectations, and power dynamics within the traditionally male-dominated field of construction. Dripping sweat, grunts, and groans accompany the repeated lifting of heavy objects from place to place. What is the choreography of a catcall?
Civil engineer Maret Lüllman acts as stage designer in collaboration with Rebecca Green, who will direct and choreograph. As a civil engineer and builder, Maret Lüllman has worked for many years in strongly male-dominated fields. Her unique observations around respect, behavior, and power dynamics are both insightful and informative in the work. Rebecca Green has long explored the themes of entanglement, emotional labor, femininity, sexuality, and power structures in human relationships, and she continues to investigate these topics through movement and the body..
Created, Directed and Performed by Rebecca Green
C-Creation, Scenography and Performance by Maret Lüllman
Koreograafika +
Sõltumatu Tantsu Lava 2025
“Flirtiv iroonia pole ammu mõjunud nii kaasakutsuvalt.” - sirp.ee
“Flirting irony has not long been so compelling.”
Okei, okei, okei. Okei nii, kogu see asi algas, kui ma ühel päeval
poest koju jalutasin. See oli… ma arvan üks suve viimastest päevadest. Aga ma mäletan, et sellel konkreetsel päeval oli eriti palav. Mm jah, niisiis teel koju ma läksin läbi pargi, mul oli selveri kilekott käes. Ma läksin üle Tartu maantee selle kitsama tee suunas, kust ma tavaliselt lähen, kuna mulle meeldib vaadata seda väga suurt korstent, see suur punase ja valgega korsten, mis mu koduteel on…. jep. Et siis ma lähen üle tee ja järsku ei ole enam teed. Oli lihtsalt kruusa ala põhimõtteliselt. Nad olid asfaldi ära võtnud, sest nad tegid mingit ehitust ja nad jätsid noh need suured kivid asendusena, mis tundub olevat midagi, mida nad siin Tallinnas kogu aeg teevad. Njaa, no ma siis kõndisin edasi ja paremal oli ehituses olev hoone ja see oli aiaga piiratud, aga läbi aia sai näha küll, see ei olnud kaetud. Ja selle taga oli punt ehitajaid. Ja need mehed istusid kõik õues oma lõunapausi ajal, lihtsalt peesitasid päikese käes põhimõtteliselt. Ja nad istusid kõik omamoodi erinevatel betoonplokkidel ja ehitusmaterjali osakestel. Ja nende näod olid pööratud üles päikese poole. Ja mõned inimesed nägid välja nagu nad teeksid uinakut, neil olid silmad suletud, nad nägid välja nagu väikesed sisalikud kivil. Ja seal oli
üks mees…kõrval ja ta sõi võileiba…ja toetas niimoodi taha poole oma küünarnukkidele, ta oli…täiesti tilkuv higist. Tal oli seljas valge t-särk seega see oli nagu märg ja jäi ta keha külge kinni. Tal olid sellised tumepruunid lokkis juuksed ja need olid ta laubal kinni ja seal olid higipiisad ja ma lihtsalt läksin muudkui lähemale ja ühel hetkel tal lihtsalt pidi liiga palav olema, sest ta kummardas alla ja hakkas oma särki seljast võtma ja ta tegi seda eriti aeglaselt ja see oli märg, jäi ta keha külge kinni ja oli näha päevitunud nahka tema särgi all, ta oleks seda nagu teinud juba päevi ja päevi. Siis ta võttis oma võileivast ampsu ja see mega piisk majoneesi kukkus habemelt alla ja maandus otse ta kõhulihastele ja siis see hakkas voolama tema vöökoha suunas ja täpselt sellel hetkel ta pööras oma pea ja ma tulin aiale lähemale sest ma olin parasjagu möödumas ja meil tekkis silmside… ta naeratas mulle vallatult, siis kummardus alla ja pühkis majoneesi oma sõrmedega kõhu pealt ära ja siis ta pani oma sõrmed suhu, et need puhtaks imeda. Jeah.
Okay, okay, okay. ok so, the whole thing started when I was walking home from
the shop one day. It was, I think the last couple days of summer but, I remember that particular day was super hot outside. yeah, so I went through the small park on the way back to my house, I had my plastic selver bag in my hand. I went across Tartu mnt towards this sort of smaller road that I usually go on because I like to look at the really big smoke stack, the big red and white smoke stack on my way home….uhm, yeah. So I cross the road and suddenly there was no more road. It was just a gravel pit, basically. They had taken away the asphalt because they were doing some construction and they left like these big rocks, as a replacement, which they do all the time in Tallinn it seems like. Yeah, so I kept walking and on the right there was a building that was under construction and there was a fence fencing it off, but you could see through the fence, there was no covering. And behind it there were a bunch of construction workers. These men were all sitting outside on their lunch break, just like basking in the sun basically, and they were all sort of sitting around on different concrete blocks and pieces of construction material, and they had their faces like turned up towards the sun, and some people looked like they were taking a nap, they were closing their eyes, they looked like little lizards on a rock, and there was
one man…on the side and he was eating a sandwich…and sort of leaning back on his elbows and, he was…completely drenched in sweat. He was wearing a white t- shirt so it was like wet sticking onto his body. He had like dark brown curly hair and it was stuck to his forehead and there were these beads of sweat, and so I just kept walking a little closer, and at one point it must just have been too hot because he reached down and he started to lift his shirt and he was peeling off the t-shirt super slowly and it was wet, sticking to his body and you could see underneath the t shirt his like tan skin, like he had already been doing this for days and days. Then he took a bite of the sandwich, and this huge drop of mayo dropped down off the bread and it went directly onto his six pack and then it started dripping down towards his belt line, and then right in that moment, he turned his head and I was coming up closer to the fence because I was passing by, and we made an eye contact… he started to smile at me very mischievously, then he reached down and wiped the mayo off of his belly with his fingers and then he put his fingers in his mouth to suck it off. Yeah.
