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Winter Journey
Performance Booklet Fromm the 2016 performance Winter Journey - a collaboration with Csaba Molnar.
-14 pages
Winer Journey the second creation from Csaba Molnar and Marcio Canabarro is a performance that looks for ways of intensifying the sensorial experience of the viewer, reaching beyond the dance field. This time they depart by the wish to create a piece for a gallery space, having the chance to immerse the audience in the universe that is being created, once the viewer stands right where the actions happen.
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TRAVELLERS
text 1
The room had bright orange walls and A wooden floor, she had a friendly face And was calmly looking at me, her eyes black like dark matter. She told me:
“A dance never exits from where it was danced. It stays percolating in the air. Like a supernova hovers eternity.”
A giant nebula had its center in the middle of the room, floating just a few centimeters from the floor…
the view of its vibrant branches of light was making me crazy, I felt ecstatic.
The girl kept on saying:
“Dance isn’t immaterial, its gravitational pull makes dark matter and dark energy collide, so over time a dance generateS starlets, a dance made is a portal that opens… “
there is no reason to be nostalgic about a dance, it does not disappear, it does create material.
She continue,
“and everyplace you danced you charge and your particles, are imprinted on photons of the place, in its memory,
This makes all places where dance happens interconnected by this web of invisible matter and little stars. Making performance spaces, like theat
ers, or this here right now, very similar to temples.
A social space where culturally it is allowed to experience and exchange in subtle sensitivity. “
And Subtle sensitivity is admired, but often barely valued…
But once I said this she would scream at me saying:
“Forget about being rational all the time, remember to hear the subtlety of spaces. all places have the potential to erupt and burst wisdom.
Wisdom bursts in light
BurstS like stars.”
She touched my forehead with the tip of her index finger, and continued:
“Every time you see a star you must remember:
Its light has been crossing the universe for billions and billions of years before resting in your eyes.
So to see stars is to receive the visit of ancient travellers . Light is imbued with wisdom.”
Winter Journey
Precariousness
They run away from home because they couldn’t stand the TV that was per-petually on. Silence was such a far concept there, so they went for a walk along the cost. A coast that looked more like a ghost city, once IT was not summer. Visually this place was unattractive, not to say brutal, with all the sharp edges of block buildings, that often resembled hanged drawers for humans, covered by cold ceramic tiles.
They walked idly and discovered that the only second-hand book shop in town had gone out of business. They wondered why there were more pharmacies than book shops and what this said about the state of health.
They talked about precariousness: of the environment, of values, of rela-tionships, of the soul…
Back home where the TV was still on, they head to the bedroom attempting to find a space quiet enough either to read or to write something.
The phone rings - From the other side of the Atlantic Ocean - news of an award win. The excitement was visible, a scream to all in the house to hear…
The father: did not react gazing still at the TV;
The mother: Immediately asked - HOW MUCH MONEY?
The brother, seemingly the only awake, invited him for a beer. It was a hard task to find a place without a TV in that city. But then, a beer among notes, books, talks and an inch of disappointment.
They talked about seeing the other as a Plant, not swearing love for a cactus, planting it In a swamp, the outsourcing of responsibility for relation-ships and ideas involving weakness exchanged for affection.
They talked about Assuncion - Paraguay, a city that has been considered the mother town of cities in South America. A city in the heart of the continent, but that nobody really knew. A country that at least in Brazil is synonymous with decadence and precariousness, that had once a very low index of illiterate children, but then the war …
The Mother…
The Heart…
The Model…
They walked home, passing by a paper shop the brother enters, getting an automatic pencil and pink stickers as a gift. Symbolically marking the occasion in celebration of the far away prize.
He said the automatic pencil was an amulet. As the best amulets are those that allow you to dialog with what can harm, so that what harms then has the potential to be transformed into wisdom. Like this writing is material-izing ethers.
However they arrived home, the TV was still on and nothing really had changed in the cold human drawer scenario. Human life unveils poor and vulnerable politics. Our melancholy is by then just a reflectIon of the world around us… most of the times: precarious.
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