SELF PORTRAIT in motion [2013] - Residency Ateliê Real/Lisbon
This was a project of artistic residence in dance and writing performed at Ateliê Real in Lisbon which was part of the master's research I developed at UNICAMP (State University of Campinas, sp). The master's research had as a focus to develop a theoretical-practical study from the intersection between Mímesis Corporea (Lume Teatro) and my personal experience with dance. This process culminated in the writing of a text crossed by practices and methodologies of creation materialized also through a performative experiment entitled "self-portrait in motion" which was presented at the Blind Date event at Ateliê Real in Lisbon.
"I dissertation in disguise. Discourse. Of course, I make this matter of words a pause, which turned into something else, born of the lived. Discreet. I certainly speak about dance, about the body and creation, but also about me (this other), about the life and about a memory that has become present now, as I write, and now, again, as it reads I discard the answers I give up almost daily I describe movements, experiences and attempts Of right and wrong I rest from formalizations I wake up Desires, in me, at least. Shameless that I am. I deny after lying. Not always.
Writing is like talking about the experience of living, as it was, and still is, at the exact moment you are writing. Transforming life into verb matter and...
Before thinking even thinking,
this straight line
straight and red
run
desperately
to reach your destination: from echoing thought.
Make him a mere harmless breeze,
affectionate with me.
Which it normally isn't.
being him,
the thought, cruel to us
often,
when you think it's a body,
but it is nothing but wind .
I try to find this writing that delights in the flow of a river. There are times when she it runs over itself, creates a current where you can barely see the bottom. The land below. Other times trunk from bank to bank, ungoverned, indecisive about the right plumb. I look for words that they flow into me, that they connect with the state of the dance of silence. I search for the words with the Ventilated mind, this is usually where they arise concrete and slide. Otherwise, they will be artificialities injected with mundane intentions, they will be wills to a part of me that's not really worth it. Writing brings me here, makes me talk to you, that's me there. It makes me like me more, which is you disguised as a reader.
What could happen if I sat down in front of this screen and solve write something I still don't know what it is? If I just left this state of rainy sunday, the only day of mild silence in the city, running through me like an impulse from the body and ceased to be a state to become a word. seemingly silly words that don't fit for nothing, at least to bring relief and call them written desire. So I enjoy these days that come to be with me and I'm to be with them. Companion of the time. A moment like this is good for something: it is good for living it in secret - now - revealed: desire to dance, meet the deafening silence, continue, assume The fragility, emancipate and create others in me (transforming me)! A desire to create, to reflection - to resist the suffocation of affection and pleasure, that which hardens, that which inhibits, the which consumes me and rots my spirit ."
(prologue "The body writes")
