the beginning was a name: Elisa
After the rush of images: the madam, the free, the bound, which escaped marriage, which he rode, the laughter of the piano in tow throughout the war, the hated, the envy, the proud, the grim, he buried his hands of death itself ...
Next was the search for photos, paintings displayed in one of these elements. The pursuit of poetic synthesis in a movement, another and another, until a code sequence with precise start and end.
Then repeat, repeat many times the series of codes to express that which is not seeking to act, but is
Gradually, what each one built was found with the construction of the other, suddenly had to be created collectively recovering symbols that make war, our history, our ancestors, by taking those symbols movements, giving birth to the something that is a mixture of dance and theater, or that is not exactly any of those things, but it moves and -moves from the breakthrough, from the absurd
On this road and retrace actions, sometimes the look of a companion, a fellow and opinion on how you look at what one believes to be doing all the time, look the teacher and his proposal to go beyond ... there where more costs, where the body is in conflict, which shows the opposition and some other pain, which eventually is transformed into energy and food action.
Now, a few days of opening movement to the people, keep changing, keep looking, pointing, finding some small assurance and wondering, what will the money that will be with the public, how will this tour ashes?
Tesa Rivarola
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