Isabelle Schad — INSIDE OUT, at KINDL

Isabelle Schad, in the first space I’ve seen her in, whose architecture really deserves her work (outside of Wiesenburg, of course), at KINDL in Neukölln for INSIDE OUT. I saw first rehearsals on Thursday last week, almost 3 hours of being transfixed. Still the best in town.

  • Thursday, 16.08.2018, 18:00 – 21:00, world première
  • 17.08.2018, 18:00 – 21:00
  • 18.08.2018, 15:00 – 18:00
  • 19.08.2018, 15:00 – 18:00

Admission possible at any time

In her performative exhibition INSIDE OUT Isabelle Schad shows choreographic sculptures that are experienced in their powerfully sensuous moving forms. Her work situates itself between dance and visual art, draws on her ongoing fascination with Aikido-Zen, community building and her long-term collaboration with Laurent Goldring, whom she invited to participate in INSIDE OUT. With subtle exactness they form bodies, material such as clothing, lengths of fabric and movement into sculptures which define their own space and evolve a contemplative quality.


  • Concept & Choreography: Isabelle Schad | With the participation of Laurent Goldring
  • Artistic Assistance: Claudia Tomasi
  • By and with Jozefien Beckers, Barbara Berti, Frederike Doffin, Naïma Ferré, Josephine Findeisen, Przemek Kaminski, Mathis Kleinschnittger, Manuel Lindner, Adi Shildan, Claudia Tomasi, Nir Vidan, Natalia Wilk
  • Lighting & Technic: Bruno Pocheron, Emese Csornai, Emma Juliard
  • Sound: Damir Šimunovic
  • Costume Consultancy: Charlotte Pistorius, Lydia Sonderegger
  • Production Management: Heiko Schramm
  • Production: Isabelle Schad
  • Co-Production: Tanz im August / HAU Hebbel am Ufer Berlin

Funded by: Senatsverwaltung für Kultur und Europa. Supported by: Wiesen55 e.V., with kind support of the Croatian Ministry for Culture and defacto Zagreb, Institut français, Polish Institute Berlin, Embassy of Israel in Berlin

In cooperation with KINDL – Zentrum für zeitgenössische Kunst


hips hip knee knee

Somehow my hip has decided to fall apart. And my knee. Boring not to be able to dance, ride, yoga, hike, climb etc. Exciting though to have x-rays of my bones, and soon shall be having a MRI scan also. Along with the pelvis and knee I had an ultrasound of my hip socket. It looked nothing other than a grainy fly-over of the moon by a Soviet satellite around 1960-something. Except the moon doesn’t heave its landscape by hundreds of meters the way the staticky scan of my hip did when I dropped my leg to the side.

Nowkoelln Flowmarkt

Because I never manage to be here on the one Sunday a month, and shall be gone to Vienna tomorrow missing it again…

Katrin, whom I lived with in Kreuzberg when I first came to Berlin, has been helping Mischi with a website. Mischi had an idea some months back after flying lantern balloons across Berlin, to have a fleamarket along the Landwehrkanal. Nowkoelln Flohmarkt is the result, tomorrow along Maybachufer (und jeden 3. Sonntag im Monat!)

nowkoelln flohmarkt
nowkoelln flohmarkt



In the opposite direction to my original intent, Alex Platz, down Alte Jacobstr, often an unmemorable street, at one intersection looking down I noticed a double row of cobblestones running off-centre along the length of the otherwise asphalted road, and turning into where I’d just come from. A metal plate worn smooth and rustless by endless passing traffic bore the inscription in a plain raised typeface, “Berlin Mauer 1961-1989”.

I was looking for the Haus Amerika Gedenkbibliothek, a rather highly recommended borrowing library in Blücherstr. Crossing the Kanal, turning left cycling and finding nothing where there should be books, I continued thinking of Walter Benjamin and his remarks on getting lost in a city, rather than finding your way around. I found my way to Geneisenaustr and along, past Volksgarten Hasenheide, floating on my bicycle, now with in intent and use of map to steer myself past cobbled streets, tree lined, ascending gently and not quite square with Karl Marx Allee deeper into Neuköln, turning into a small wind of side streets and looking for number 2…

The bread from Mehlwurm is quite my favourite, and not just for partisan reasons. And they sell the best natural peanut butter – and the cheapest – I’ve so far unearthed in Berlin. I drooled also at croissants and other pastries, but thought of the ‘currency realignment’ now so named instead of ‘global depression’, as though it were some astrological shifting of Alan Greenspan into the house of Mercury descendant, has made me anxious.

mmm peanut butter…