MARIA CHIARA CECCONI
It is a need, an urgency to express the inexpressible pain
it is what I DO NOT HAVE WORDS FOR
it is the story for which the OTHERS DO NOT HAVE WORDS FOR
it is the reality BEYOND WORDS
There are large wardrobes, a mirror, and a window (closed/ajar?).
There are black male clothes and black female clothes hanging amassed, suffocating, as backstage to a corner
where suspended is the cast of my bust.
The post-cancer bust, in recycled paper from disease findings (exams, chemo, radio),
has a split/cut/opening from which you can glimpse a photo through a convex lens.
It is an old photo of my past self, a very, very little baby before death took hold of my life,
and of my mother sitting behind me, already so far away from me.
The room is in dim light with the body and the photos as only sources of light.
CHILDREN’S CLOTHING ROOM
BLACK TOGETHER WITH WHITE
It is a small, passageway room, which has open wardrobes,
children costumes on top and costumes for adults at the bottom.
At the centre stands a column, girl white and black clothes on top (the red colour to trace the trauma)
that embrace each other, and descend to the ground in a continuous em-brace and turning into women clothes.
A black iron wire wraps and compresses the white part, up to a tangle;
the black part gets lost on a black floor.
The redeeming embrace melts and generates a black writhing contort bundle.
It has two walls, forming an L, filled with colorful clothes up to the ceiling.
Everything is covered by non-woven fabric to attenuate its flamboyant vitality.
In front of this white fog, five white woman dresses stay suspended;
inside these dresses are frames of lead that clasp suffering hearts.
On the other side, there are incisions of the heart in five progressions of the “trauma”.
In the same room, next to a window, an old wardrobe with a door/niche is the guardian of the bellow heart.
From this room, the sound of arrhythmic heartbeats propagate;
these sounds have been extrapolated and elaborated from my father’s medical vinyl.
a cura di Laura Monaldi
elaborazione sonora dei Werner
sound designer Andrea Baggio
25 giugno – 3 luglio 2016
Sartoria Teatrale Fiorentina
di Massimo Poli
Firenze, P.zza Duomo, 2