Tripods

Three points between Earth and Sky

work in progress

The performance is a tribute to the environment, the land, nature, and the architecture in which we live, in everyday life as a community.
The environment is not represented through a story but is actually modified and created in reality, and it is inhabited by the visitors themselves, who are welcomed into the space with the possibility of changing it.

The branches, originally facing the sky, are overturned toward the earth, becoming elementary structures that enclose the space, thus alluding to an essential, primitive architecture that can be used and inhabited.
Tripods is the presentation of a multidisciplinary event, created by the different languages of contemporary arts, all contributing, interacting with one another, to the dramaturgical project.

Director’s notes

The eagle, with its beak of ice, pointed upward, toward a possible destination, toward infinity.
Then, finally crossing the rainbow, it disintegrated, becoming as transparent as blown glass.
A thousand gathered particles, like drops of water in a cloud, retained the raptor’s original shape and its shadow, and without flesh or feathers, continued to fly upward in the same direction.
Below, much further down, an immense forest of gigantic ferns, sharp as swords,

prevented anyone from passing unless they moved with great skill through the labyrinth of empty spaces hidden among the plants.

Only a few human beings, with powerful arms and courageous hearts, managed to continue on their way, creating a path that would last for centuries, breaking the ferns—hard and fragile as stone scales—thus gaining the empty spaces.
From time to time, they looked upward, searching for the signal to choose their direction, and when they glimpsed the light that passed through the eagle’s ethereal form, multiplied into a sparkling of bright rays, they knew where to go.

And so, the higher the eagle’s shadow rose into the sky, the deeper the human beings, following the bird’s trajectory projected onto the earth, plunged into the depths of the stone vegetation.
A long time passed—equal to seven of our generations—until the eagle, flying above the sky, and the humans, sinking beneath the Earth’s crust, reached the same point: the third one, the point of the siblings, the common one.