Boule à neige: luminescence of joy
I enter this small theatre where all is painted in soft pistachio green and I sit down waiting for the curtain to raise. It’s a place where dimensions are minimized but able to amplify any sound produced within them.
The variety of sounds that can be perceived inside are many indeed: you may have the sensation that the backdrop of a shapeless performance is being built in that very moment, exactly as it could happen with the space enclosed within everyone of us; it almost looks like there is a petite ensemble which is testing my receptive capability through a series of melodious and minimal sound full signals: a kind of prelude to what should be a "tale of silence" lining over a landscape created to play, a play-work built with the consistence of a stone and the lightness of the water. I look around and perceive the disclosing of the space that surrounds us : for me and for the wholeness of a universe that I sense as existing behind that curtain that suddenly and slowly begins to raise, revealing little by little a scenery of endless deepness.
I’m swapped away, wind up, overwhelmed, ravished in a context that flings me into the slow whirl of the symphony as the force of thousand winds , a dimensions in which the roaring of the soul finally finds the strength to express and explode in a cosmic ecstasy : joy, luminous and pure as the snow .
Trad. by Simona Taffurelli
Artwork by Paola Paradisi
Photo by Costanza Maremmi