In the great journey of life, we are all nomads. We wander from one love to the next, from one sorrow to the next. On this journey, some of us travel light. Some sleep under the stars with the moon as their pillow. It is clear to them: at night, the sky is endless.
The imagery in my work springs from an unusual source: the collective memory of my ancestors, the history to which I belong. In my productions, I let my unconscious breathe life into the characters populating the family album I inherited. My memory is filled with places I’ve never seen, faces I’ve never met. Yet thanks to the stories my grandmother told me; these are people and places I love dearly.
We are all storytellers. We tell tales to leave a legacy behind, to unravel the secrets of the world, to spark the curiosity of a sleepy child. Storytelling is a way to explore the corners of our memory and can even change our destiny. Circus performers are like nomads: they live life as one long journey. The tales they tell are often wild and whimsical and sometimes hauntingly melancholic. Each time they set up camp, a new story is born. The singing, the celebrations, and the silence that finally cloaks the night reveal something miraculous and consoling: that they are home, once again.
This tribute to nomads conveys the frenzy of their celebrations, the mysteries of their rituals, and the passion with which they carve out their destinies. With its spirited rhythms and vivid images, this story will awaken your wandering spirit and meander unconsciously through your dreams.
Daniele Finzi Pasca