Miracle
My gesture of care is giving space to relation, attention and love in the miracle of the transformative act of art, of life in art. The story of this care-performance, starts with the beginning of the pandemic and the first Italian lockdown in march; I was alone with my mother Marzia and I started a new way of living and being with her, protecting her fragility and taking care of her, making performances together, dancing and singing. Then my daughter Elettra came back home from England and by then restrictions had been loosened, so we could go out, do our shopping as normal in the market, and at the same time performing a domestic situation of care and protective relation and also "taking place" in my father’s sign of -Third Paradise- as a house of art which becomes a home that you can simply build wherever you want; it starts to give strength and a meaning to our need of "being the other” for building an “us”, a collectivity. A Care that needs to survive the pandemic.
My gesture of care is giving space to relation, attention and love in the miracle of the transformative act of art, of life in art.
The story of this care-performance, starts with the beginning of the pandemic and the first Italian lockdown in march; I was alone with my mother Marzia and I started a new way of living and being with her, protecting her fragility and taking care of her, making performances together, dancing and singing. Then my daughter Elettra came back home from England and by then restrictions had been loosened, so we could go out, do our shopping as normal in the market, and at the same time performing a domestic situation of care and protective relation and also "taking place" in my father’s sign of -Third Paradise- as a house of art which becomes a home that you can simply build wherever you want; it starts to give strength and a meaning to our need of "being the other” for building an “us”, a collectivity. A Care that needs to survive the pandemic.