Recital for two strings in M

This solo is based on the construction of a body. A body-image, a body-ornament, that can simultaneously contain in itself the strength of a Dantesque universe and the apparent tranquility of a paradise devastated by fire after a foam party. As if, at a first glance, it would be possible to create a body that would carry an entire history and a whole symbolic universe in dialogue with another (same) naked body.

In this performance the images oscillate between archetypes of the divine beauty and what is apparently monstrous, between human and animal, language and non-language, silence and noise. It speaks about that coming and going between the rational and irrational, brain and heart, programming and intuition. I wanted to construct some kind of acephalous creature with brain and heart, allowing the images that inhabit us to pass through the body until it tries to come up to something more raw and rough, more earthly, maybe more simple. Whatever that is.

[ It seems to me that we have become too well educated and reasonable, too used to being a silent screw from a machine inside a catatonic bubble, too busy smoking TV's opium, too cozy in a rocking chair looking at the mirror of others as the only salvation. This is a slow decomposition, it's life without attraction, it's individual insufficiency. It's a foundation made of dough, a wasted kumbaya. It turns off the desire, the gap needed for dreams, horniness, ecstasy, laughter, screaming and so on.]

But then I ask myself: what is left? After all what's left when you try to let it go (yes maybe being on what we call despoliation), what's left when you let things drop, the wry 'how are you? How have you been?', the silicon armors, the pocket ideals, the wrappers?... I don't know, it might depend on the case and there are no truths. I still don't know how to do it but there is a phrase that is repeating in my head “tout que je peut faire c'est être là, tout que je peut donner c'est ça, être lá “ like this, even in French.
And the circus will always be set up. Wish you well.

To keep a body alive you have to keep it in a network of paradoxes.

The starting point for the creation of this solo was the invitation by –mente, for a performance at the RITZ CLUB in Lisbon. The launched proposal aimed to conceive a performative object inspired by an idea of glory, rise, sacralization, past, game and immortality, with a duration limited to about eight minutes.


Artistic direction and performance
Elizabete Francisca

Artistic and rehearsal assistance
André Soares with the participation of Rita Natálio

António Mv, Jorge Bragada

Music and Sound Design
João Bento

Light design and technical direction
Carlos Ramos

O Rumo do Fumo

Culturgest and Materiais Diversos

Financial support
Forum Dança/DÉPARTS

Studio support/residencies
ON/OFF Residencies integrated in the European Culture Capital, Guimarães and Culturgest

João Ferro Martins, -mente team, Marianne Baillot, Helena Serra, Teresa Silva and Antonia Buresi

45 minutes

O Rumo do Fumo and Fórum Dança are supported by GOVERNO DE PORTUGAL - SECRETÁRIO DE ESTADO DA CULTURA / DIRECÇÃO-GERAL DAS ARTES and Câmara Municipal de Lisboa.
Fórum Dança belongs to the international network DÉPARTS. DÉPARTS network is supported by EC (Cultural Program 2007-2013)


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