My version(s) of Libertango are completely embedded in the tradition of the tango nuevo. It's a bit strange to speak about tradition when you speak about a term that only covers the evolvement of the tango since the eighties and nineties of the previous century but the tango nuevo does not mean only a new way of dancing the Argentinean Tango but covers all change elements that happen to the tango since the beginning of the eighties.
My Libertango dance is not a dance of the traditional or modern Argentinean tango.
It can't be, already from the start.
It's a solo dance based on partial improvisation, because while all the elements of my choreography are always there the performance can defer by assembling those elements in a different way for each performance.
For me tango means passion. And passion is always the reason of my dancing. Passion today can be different from passion tomorrow and from passion yesterday and the day before.
Libertango gives me the freedom to explain that passion every time in a different way depending where I am and for whom I perform. Dancing Libertango means automatically dancing passion in a certain context, otherwise I shouldn't dance it. When I was dancing Libertango in Rwanda it was passion for the dancers I was working with at that time and my passion for the country. When I was dancing it latest on the wedding of the daughter of my best friends the passion meant love and searching.
When I was trying to make it a dance for two I discovered how difficult it was to make this work because every rehearsal had a different atmosphere and as soon I was trying to put the movements in line one week I had the problem that the next week I didn't understand anymore the choreographic line I made previously. It means also that I can't rehearse the dance. I can rehearse the elements of my Libertango dance. But rehearsing the choreography is not possible even not virtually in my fantasy.
The preparation of the dance happens seconds before I make the first steps. Those seconds seem sometimes an eternity but once the music starts my body tries to become the music and both music and movement are going that common way. I don't have to think...the elements are finding their natural cohesion and the music and the environment dictate the atmosphere. My limbs are catching the signals and react without any hesitation. Some pauses in the music give me the time to build up a new explosion of energy but as the dance itself my body translates that energy immediately in passion.
