CHOREOGRAPHY BY ADRIANO BOLOGNINO
Dancers Giuliana Bonaffini, Emiliano Candiago, Sofia Galvan, Ginevra Gioli, Stefania Menestrina, Gaia Mondini, Giulia Orlando, Riccardo Papa, Federic Zoungla
Artistic Director Rosanna Brocanello
Artistic Consultant Laura Pulin
Lighting Designer Laura de Bernardis
Assistant Choreographer Rosaria di Maro
With the support of Rosa Coppola
Costumes Santi Rinciari
Organization Margherita Fantoni
Manager Federico Grilli
Photography Paulina Jedrzejczyk
Video Salvatore Abrescia
Production COB Opus Ballet Company
With the support of Centro Nazionale di Produzione della Danza
Virgilio Sieni, CR Foundation Florence (Bando Abitante) Tuscany Region, MIC – performance sector
“Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.” (Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe)
Inspired by the painting “Return from the Forest” by Giovanni Segantini, the creation looks deeply into the emotional aspects of winter, investigating this adaption as a form of a state of mind.
The picture depicts an expansion in time, slowing it down and stretching it out, showing the hard work and perseverance of humans beings: a farmer pulls a heavy sled in a desolate landscape surrounded by mountains and crystal-like snow. All of the pictorial elements participate in the representation of a tension between natural obstacles to living bylaws and human strength that, in this context, assumes supernatural power. It is precisely this polarity that builds a bridge between Segantini’s farmers universe and our contemporary one.
The difficulties of life often present us this challenge in different forms, redefining the boundaries of daily fears and situations of public display, forcing us into a long winter of the soul. With this creation I will try to find that supernatural state that reunites the physical force necessary to drag a sled with that emotion we exert in everyday in present life.
Barren, in a blanket of snow, a flame ignites from nothing. Even winter has its own colours, that can be even more explosive in the ice and silence. Everyone is enclosed in pure white. We only have to rediscover them.