BLIND DANCE
BA Art Warm-Up – Foundation Course
2021
semester
Congelata
in un bozzolo senza luce
Sogno –
Tocco il mio corpo caldo
Accarezzo i miei capelli come fossi
Amore
Sogno di guardarmi negli occhi e finalmente
Vedere
Tutto mi osserva.
Percepisco piccole
Dita.
Mi chiamano,
altrove.
La non-esistenza
mi rasserena
Con arroganza
Soffoco
La mia vanità
Tremo.
Mi sforzo di non far morire
ciò che nasce,
dentro
Vorrei fosse inverno per sempre
dove tutto è iniziato
– finito –
Nel mio feticcio
Nel tuo grembo, Madre
Dove nascevo
Indifesa,
ingenuamente
meravigliosamente
Cieca.
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The author wanted to take photographs in which you can feel the sense of inability of expression and metamorphosis that can pervade an individual. An inner metamorphosis that has been waiting, meditating and preparing for so long.
This blindness understood in both a real and metaphorical sense, wants to explain the fact that the conflict in which an individual often finds himself, derives only from a particular psychological condition in which incessant thoughts and paranoia create so many difficulties in living peacefully, in being able to relate to people and art and above all in being able to see the reality of the facts in a clear and rational way without being carried away by positive and negative waves in an inconstant way.
The four most important photographs have been exhibited on the digital platform HUBS, inside a long plexiglass tube hanging from the ceiling up to 30 cm from the ground where people will enter from underneath, squatting down, in order to experience both visually and psychophysically the mental state that the work wants to symbolize. The width of the tube, a little more than a meter, has the objective of making the person feel almost in a cage.
Inside the installation, in fact, the person will find himself completely alienated from the surrounding environment in a very small space that will obviously limit his movements.
The person will find himself surrounded by the photographs and will hear a recording in which various sounds will be reproduced: words of the poem written by the author, plastic sounds of cellophane, sighs, voices overlapping.
Thanks to the moments of silence that the recording provides, whoever is in the tube will also have the possibility to listen to himself, his breath, the warmth that his skin emanates, rediscovering a certain intimacy and confidence with himself.
“Blind Dance”, Francesca Cantele
2021