rochelle gatt

Rochelle’s earliest memories would be swelling up in tears at the back of the mini-charcoal-grey Renault. It happened right after her ballet teacher gave her the role of a blue soldier and not the pink fluffy princess. Tears used to roll down her cheeks when dancing roles of boys and when she was called nicknames of croissant or Rocky. Chubby, clumsy and nothing graceful to comprehend she was never in line with the other prim and proper petite peers. She struggled but always persevered, eventually gaining a special heroic ability of understanding the power of movement. For this tiny rock, dancing prompts a shift of states which is not pushing her to tears in not wanting to be something else but rather provoking a transformation of endless possibilities. There are days where she can be clown without wearing the big McDonalds red shoes or without putting on the red nose. There are days where she can be boy as much as she is girl, but there is never a day where this rock does not want to move. Rochelle’s movement started to rock in the mother’s womb; just like everybody else, but at the age of pooping in a potty she had her first ballet lesson. The classical background shifted further to athletics, swimming, gymnastics and contemporary dance. Rochelle has taken vocational training at UOM for medical health care profession as a Radiographer consecutively followed by dance bachelor studies. Currently, Rochelle, is writing a masters in Physical theatre in Switzerland at the Accademia Teatro Dimitri. The prime artistic desires of this bold rock are to research and implore comic movement language through acrobatics. ​