What could happen if I decided/to define you not as a person/but as a force. A turned boy, the face turned towards the background, a one-party voice that spells the instructions for a body’s visual use. A movement, a position, an few seconds lasting sentence, peremptory in its grit: displaced, full of images and continuously asking to be completed. I look at it in its continuous placing itself on the border, on the limit, and I think to Francis bacon’s men, which sustain all their energetic compressed mass on the big toe’s tip, or try to find a balance on transparent rings, which force them to unnatural contortions. An endless challenge to logic, for those who still believe in the possibility of defining the form, once and for all. In young dance group nanou’s work, Namoro, the body sets itself up so that it always appears as lacking; in an incompleteness that turns the place of the dance into space. Each figure is an erotic editing that through privation de-builds itself: hiding portions, assembling incongruent anatomies; asking for a visual fulfillment that has never been so sensual.
Viviana Gravano - il giornale del festival Santarcangelo ‘06
Surrounded by a sound matter made of electronic growls, two bodies: the male, always still on the background, always turned, engaged in seaming a vocal texture which avoids any significance, which is built on a verbal spoil of sense. The other, the feminine, whose composition on the empty space could be a grip in our search for figures, brief incipit for a non finished roman. Backward turnabout walks, approaches to the other that the arched back deny to accomplish, by underlining the womb –metonymy for a relationship-, by lying on the stage as well –disarmed with the head between the knees.
Lorenzo Donati – Hystrio