When did we stop being chil­dren? Did we really do it at some point? Will we ever do it?

NUNAVUT is the pla­ce whe­re we once went, whe­re time remains fro­zen, whe­re gla­ciers last forever.

It is the­re that we learnt to swing from the trees, in lands­ca­pes that don’t grow any trees. It is the­re whe­re we were embra­ced by the mons­ter. It is the­re whe­re our hair was free, tangled.

Will we, once in a whi­le, get to res­cue from obli­vion our way back there?

NUNAVUT means “our strength” or “our land” in the lan­gua­ge of the Inuit. It is an attempt to build an uto­pian terri­tory whe­re love, mons­ters and games rule. A pla­ce whe­re all stands still, and one can only look. Then, everything else happens…

A hybrid artis­tic pro­po­sal that com­bi­nes con­tem­po­rary dan­ce, sound art, plas­tic arts and story­te­lling.