Every breath we draw wards off the death that constantly impinges on, so that each second we are struggling with death.
Every so often the chaos of the world seems to get simpler.
In this time of forced solitude paradoxically we are all nearer to each other, sharing the same battle. No rhetoric.
The artist’s urgency is his vision of the world, his demon is his conscience’s constant voice, reminding him to create that vision.
My creative act comes from my body, my vision is nourished by my relationship with others, I use no instrument that acts as a filter to my communication, I am there, with my group, growing older before those who come to watch. I cannot retreat, this is the very nature of Live Art. We are not thinkers, we are among those who take action and get involved.
However I don’t feel I am complaining, I don’t want to dance at all costs. It may be my Indian origin to be nourished by world energy, now it’s the time to heal.
I believe in the political action of the artist.
It seems as though the entire community of our city has no need for us, but this is not true. If we knew how to listen, we’d realize this is not so. Only the insecure and weak artist wants to dance in the desert. Those who know well the origin that inspires their work, know how to prepare the journey, even when the end is far away.
Sitting at our desks, keeping our quivering bodies at bay, never like now do we have to calm our breathing to make it light and powerful at the same time. In this way we can syncronize it to that of an entire comunity, like a wonderful united dance, silhouetted in an image of united force and progress.
Working with others means listening to them, embracing them, understanding their universe, breathing with full lungs the joy of running together.
I find happiness in collective action. My body of artist finds its Gestus losing itself in“Us” and coming out alone, in a different form, enlivened even after the hardest conflict.
We are nothing if we cannot share, now we cannot be crushed by the sound of our thoughts, we must be able, as in a deep meditation, to make space within us remembering the practice of breathing, to bring back life, to allow our bodies and our consciences to heal.
Breathe in, breathe out.
To prepare ourselves with gentle manners for what is to come, to breathe deeply once again the simple beauty of the world.
After the experience of L’IMPASTO Comunità Teatrale Nomade, in 2003 Michela Lucenti founded Balletto Civile, a nomadic artistic project animated by a strong ethical tension. The shows of Balletto Civile are inspired by multiple sources going from the revisitation of the great classics of Dance Theatre and Music (Le Sacre du printemps by Stravinsky, The Trojan Women by Euripides, L’après-midi d’un faune, etc.) as well as original productions of Italian authors (Alessandro Berti, Maurizio Camilli, Silvia Corsi etc.) and also including the staging of well-known foreign authors (The Secret Love Life of Ophelia by Steven Berkoff).