Antigone has reached La Alberca. Antigones coming from different parts of the world, believing in the concrete utopia of theatre. The embroderies of the facades, the frog on the skull, the shells, mythologies of the passage, of the path, of the in-between life and death… symbols, art works in Salamanca that bring somehow to Antigone. Yesterday...
On the road to La Alberca, different types of landscapes through my eyes. I can see stones rocks, green or yellow fields, cows, sheeps and horses eating in the meadows, a little eagle passing by. Then beautiful and high trees conduct us to the village, we arrived at 12 (more or less). The village is so...
12th of February 2020 Connecting with your own memories. Memories are delicate and very important, we all have them. Memories are object of study for theatre. 18:00 – 18:30 On the way from the workshop to the hotel I remembered, in detail, about my grandfather. He died when I was 5 years old. I recomposed,...
18/02/2020 La mattinata è iniziata tranquillamente. Sveglia, colazione, chiacchierata con i colleghi amici e partenza per un altro giorno di training verso Sarakinado. Il lavoro intenso e faticoso non lascia troppo spazio per guardarsi l’intorno e questo un po’ forse mi impedisce di godere delle bellezze del luogo. Ma succede nello spazio di un secondo...
Feelings from Zakynthos I started this travel, writing about my mother, the seaside…on the boat I think about my mother, all the travels that she couldn’t make. She loved to travel in her way…speedy way. She was like a child, at that time, discovering the world, out of a reality that was too stiff for her....
At 9.30 we go to the car parking to go all together with the cars to skoulikado. On time here, we starting with Pa Tuan Chin to worm up our body and then we started to work on actions. Everyone on their own action For my action i choose to use one tangerine In the...
13.02.2020 Pull out of the memory drawer, memories, feelings…we are constantly crossed by stories. How many eyes how many hands, and smiles and voices, I wish I could remember everything, always. But memory is fragile and we must train it, as we train our body. Do not forget. Do not forget us.
Dal 12-02-20 al 19-02-20 Estas sesiones comienzan con una introducciónal mito de Medea. Se ponen sobre la mesa diferentes preguntas acerca de la maternidad, nuestra lengua, de dónde venimos, el amor, los celos, la traición… Estas primeras reflexiones darían paso a la importancia de la memoria, cómo nuestra memoria puede ayudar a nuestro yo actor...
Notas extraídas del diario de trabajo durante los días de trabajo con el poema: El poema que hemos elegido no ha sido fruto del azar, es una decisión tremendamente personal. El poema sirve para descubrir, para descubrirte, cada vez que lo lees tienes que encontrar algo nuevo de ti en él. Puedes encontrar distintos significados....
TRABAJO CON EL CONCEPTO “MITO DE MEDEA”. La voluntad de Medea es muy amplia y así lo he sentido. El arrojo hacia lo desconocido y el abandono de la tradición es una contemplación alejada de mi misma y ha sido difícil empatizar con ella. Estando en un país diferente con una cultura propia del lugar,...
