The seed a poem by Giaconda Belli:
Jump on the rough ... the hopscotch squares
One foot, other foot
The groove that separates days is an abyss ...
The seed is a question: Who am I?
The show is a search for the essence that is in each one of us, we looked at the masks we built to get rid of them.
The piece is built around a thread, a thread ... life to live, life lived ... a woman and the network of threads of her life, a woman all masks,
with their rebirths and deaths. construction and deconstruction.
The show combines physical theater with dance and video.
In the show there is a progression towards abstraction language in a deliberate search for nakedness