“Stage gutted, technicians and actors move like cats in the dark as they get ready, slowly immersing themselves in the story. And it will be the story that little by little envelops the spectator, the story of a book given as a present, of a garden to build, of a fight that we all, sooner or later, will have to experience and face. Julie believed that everyone should try to build an inner garden to take shelter, to welcome those whom we love, those who got lost, and those whom we would like to discover. So now we are going to tell this story, with a bench and a garden. And there will be the fragility that each of us defends with shells and armours. The lightness of the memory of her laughter, her booklets full of notes and calculations, her advice and her dreams. The mission of each life is to build an inner garden where we may take shelter, where we may welcome those we love, those who have lost their way, those whom we would like to meet in intimate and reserved surroundings. We have often told stories confined to closed spaces, imagined in the secret box […]

“Stage gutted, technicians and actors move like cats in the dark as they get ready, slowly immersing themselves in the story. And it will be the story that little by little envelops the spectator, the story of a book given as a present, of a garden to build, of a fight that we all, sooner or later, will have to experience and face. Julie believed that everyone should try to build an inner garden to take shelter, to welcome those whom we love, those who got lost, and those whom we would like to discover. So now we are going to tell this story, with a bench and a garden. And there will be the fragility that each of us defends with shells and armours. The lightness of the memory of her laughter, her booklets full of notes and calculations, her advice and her dreams. The mission of each life is to build an inner garden where we may take shelter, where we may welcome those we love, those who have lost their way, those whom we would like to meet in intimate and reserved surroundings. We have often told stories confined to closed spaces, imagined in the secret box […]

Carmen’s challenge: Spain interpreted by a French-singing choir from Naples; it’s beautiful, because this contradiction is a part of my whole world: I work in a fifty-strong theatre company, originating from 18 countries, where speaking different languages opens us to unusual horizons, because nobody speaks right but we all understand each-other. There are topics rich with doubts, for example violence on women: already blocking the road, already hindering someone from going in the direction of their choice, even if this seems unfair and evil, but each one of us has the right to undertake certain choices. In Carmen it was necessary to find a way to express all this without falling into stereotypes. So the light, the splendour of the gates to Seville, this light that creates areas of brightness and areas of shade allows us to highlight this minimal specularity that we have: areas of night and areas of day, we are radiant and magnificent in our want for freedom, and at times we act tragically in trampling on others’ souls without even noticing. Daniele Finzi Pasca

Discover LUZIA, where a waking dream transports you to an imaginary Mexico. Experience a wondrous world that inspires you to explore your senses, enveloped in light and nurtured by rain.

«We are creating a new show that plays –in keeping with our very own approach to storytelling– on the balance between a sweet and nostalgic form of absurd. Regardless of the simplicity and bareness of the theatrical apparatus, ours is a surrealist universe, somehow fiercely serene, a self-reflecting form of theatre, where actors use the proscenium to engage in a dialogue with the audience, where illusion and tricks are always disclosed at the end, where we laugh and are moved, where the clowns do not play the fools, but rather embody the frailness of losing heroes. »Daniele Finzi Pasca

“Stage gutted, technicians and actors move like cats in the dark as they get ready, slowly immersing themselves in the story. And it will be the story that little by little envelops the spectator, the story of a book given as a present, of a garden to build, of a fight that we all, sooner or later, will have to experience and face. Julie believed that everyone should try to build an inner garden to take shelter, to welcome those whom we love, those who got lost, and those whom we would like to discover. So now we are going to tell this story, with a bench and a garden. And there will be the fragility that each of us defends with shells and armours. The lightness of the memory of her laughter, her booklets full of notes and calculations, her advice and her dreams. The mission of each life is to build an inner garden where we may take shelter, where we may welcome those we love, those who have lost their way, those whom we would like to meet in intimate and reserved surroundings. We have often told stories confined to closed spaces, imagined in the secret box […]

Discover LUZIA, where a waking dream transports you to an imaginary Mexico. Experience a wondrous world that inspires you to explore your senses, enveloped in light and nurtured by rain.

“Stage gutted, technicians and actors move like cats in the dark as they get ready, slowly immersing themselves in the story. And it will be the story that little by little envelops the spectator, the story of a book given as a present, of a garden to build, of a fight that we all, sooner or later, will have to experience and face. Julie believed that everyone should try to build an inner garden to take shelter, to welcome those whom we love, those who got lost, and those whom we would like to discover. So now we are going to tell this story, with a bench and a garden. And there will be the fragility that each of us defends with shells and armours. The lightness of the memory of her laughter, her booklets full of notes and calculations, her advice and her dreams. The mission of each life is to build an inner garden where we may take shelter, where we may welcome those we love, those who have lost their way, those whom we would like to meet in intimate and reserved surroundings. We have often told stories confined to closed spaces, imagined in the secret box […]

“I come from a mountainous land. Where I am from, we escape by taking risks. Mountains will await you throughout your entire life. They define the vertical horizon of the child’s imagination before becoming engraved in memory. Where I am from, there are people who climb their mountain every year so as to renew their ties with that which does not change. Governments change, children are born, we lose our oldest friends, but mountains remain forever, unchanged. The wonderful thing about an encounter outside of time is that on every such occasion, we discover that we are different, transformed. A performance for an actor is sometimes one of the places where he can escape within himself. He will continue to tell these stories, and each time he does, he will find that he has changed. Icaro is one of the mountains I have been climbing for the past nineteen years. Through theatre, I strive to rain in the eyes of others; a moist massage for the soul”. Daniele Finzi Pasca

« The language of acrobatics, of physical theatre may easily conquer a territory where it is neither night or day, where light doesn’t touch reality but designs it, invents it or reinvents it. The language of the acrobats titillates our unconscious, making us see inner landscapes that appear truer than reality. Dali’s landscapes are set during night or day? The answer: neither, Dali’s images belong to another dimension, the dimension of dreams.» Daniele Finzi Pasca

« The language of acrobatics, of physical theatre may easily conquer a territory where it is neither night or day, where light doesn’t touch reality but designs it, invents it or reinvents it. The language of the acrobats titillates our unconscious, making us see inner landscapes that appear truer than reality. Dali’s landscapes are set during night or day? The answer: neither, Dali’s images belong to another dimension, the dimension of dreams.» Daniele Finzi Pasca