a performance by
MICHELE ABBONDANZA, ANTONELLA BERTONI, MAURIZIO LUPINELLI
FRANCESCO MASTROCINQUE, FILIPPO PORRO
lighting design and technical direction
organization, strategy and development
administration and coordination
communication and press office
COMPAGNIA ABBONDANZA/BERTONI, ARMUNIA/FESTIVAL INEQUILIBRIO, NERVAL TEATRO
with the support of
MiC - Ministero della Cultura, Provincia autonoma di Trento, Comune di Rovereto, Fondazione Cassa di Risparmio di Trento e Rovereto
The two performers, Francesco Mastrocinque, an actor with disability, and the dancer Filippo Porro, are bearers of opposite and complementary physical forms. The movement of these bodies, bearing different voices, presences and powers, their dance in space and in light, weaves a flowing motion of high and low tides of forces to draw a cosmogony of conflicts, oppositions, brotherhoods, alliances. An epic tale similar to the dance of Siva that creates and destroys worlds.
Enrico Pastore, Il Pickwick, July 2021
The double, duality as difference, the opposite giving rise to mystery: this work presents above all the encounter between the bodies of the two performers, Francesco Mastrocinque, an actor with a disability, and Filippo Porro, a dancer. An encounter that we have tried to grasp in its germinal phase and towards a symbiotic development up to the solitude and the tangle of limbs and light, of sounds and silences; through a process of relationship almost exclusively somatic. An oxymoron in dance, an attempt to reveal, between wise ignorance and disharmonic beauty, the double face of the sphinx: two different bodies that seek on stage the origin of the possibility of existing, a disruptive vitality and a disarming candour, through the abstraction of reality that becomes vision. Two identical bodies that recognise each other and do not stop embracing, the mandala, the cell that binds them. Two first beings, primates, at their first steps; between evolution and involution, they choose the non-existent "volution": a being close without going. Without the forced destiny of growing and shrinking. A path of gestures, glances; small, great tendernesses; mocking and ruthless betrayals. Always in a precarious balance: tightrope walkers, suspended between life and death, between asceticism and fall. In between: their forms, caught in the fragility of the unquenchable enigma of suspension.