THE EIGHTH DAY
You all ask us the same question and it becomes strange and painful for us because it was never important what we wanted to say. We just wanted to show.
We had images very clear from the beginning, but intentions were much more subconscious. It is now, with the distance, that we can read them; not earlier. We were not interested as a priority premise to have the audience openmouthed. We just wanted to show the images we had in mind for a long time. Images that we had been thinking for a year. Images which upset us. Images we needed to see embodied in real bodies, in scenes. Images which needed the construction of an entire building capable of containing them.
But your question surprised us. Your question is indiscreet and bothering to us, because you are not asking us about the how of our piece but about the why; and that one is maybe the question we do not want to answer.
We know that above all we wanted to offer beauty; a sculptural, chromatic, choreographic and rhythmic plasticity that would offer beauty. Although there is also the delight of having the audience go through our way of looking. Maybe we do want to move them, to have them suffering a bit, to have them a bit disturbed.
We wanted to present the images with forcefulness; to have them beautiful and clear. And we knew we liked the art of storing subconscious within asepsis. We wanted beauty to be static, still, spotless, but also quick and under violence. We liked the idea of leaving people under a subtle lethargy, of conditioning their look. To have them seduced in order to have them look at something for its beauty; something reason, ethics and thought reject.
But the question you ask us has an intention. You have asked us what we wanted to say. We did not really want to say. What we would like is to understand. Sometimes we need to look at the things in this world differently: violence, humiliation, degradation, death. We need to understand. But we also need to know how an easy mix with their opposites happens to happen: beauty, sublimation, to love, to accompany, to protect, life. And above all, knowing where forgiveness and redemption of all that finally reside.
Sometimes we do not question ourselves so much. Sometimes we are more austere, though that does not mean we are less lacerant, because in the end our authentic need lies just in opening our imaginary and embodying it.
From La Taimada we have created this inconvenient question for you, which happened to be The Eighth Day.