The origianl music of Orbita is composed by Mountains, renowned band from New York formed by Koen Holtkamp and Brendon Anderegg.
The stage set, disegned by Andrea Del Bianco and Fabrizio Favale, between glare and cloudy shadows, remind us to the first 1900s photography.
This work contains a mechanical opera realized by Andrea Del Bianco, Fabrizio Favale and Alberto Trebbi, that consist in a rotating rope that produces a suspended transparent sphere that doesn’t touch on any surface.
Orbita contains nudity.
Turning rope opera by: Andrea Del Bianco, Fabrizio Favale and Alberto Trebbi
Dancers: Francesco Leone, Giuseppe Paolicelli, Daniele Salvitto, Davide Valrosso
Set: Le Supplici
A co-prodution Le Supplici, Teatri di Vita Bologna
Supported by MIBAC – Italian Ministry of the Culture, Regione Emilia-Romagna and FONDO PER LA DANZA D’AUTORE [Found for the Authorial Dance] by the Regione Emilia Romagna
Photographs Giovanna Bigazzi
To Italo Calvino.
Incantation of the nodes, of the orbits and a flood. As in a closed orbit this work presents the construction of a mantra, therefore of an incantatory formula, which tends to infinity. The dancers gather in a circle and separate incessantly, as to imply that already the repetition of the turn around is an attempt to knot an empty space. Where they gather they weave very complicated dynamic figures, in an intelligence that we don’t know, and maybe, even more than a language, it resembles to the art of making knots. So they intertwine into one body, that turns and turns to let emerge now a figuration made by a telluric and wild quality of the bodies, now in some very rarefied forms, tenuous, discontinuous, which even fly, like fairies. In this alternation of meeting and separating, the empty space appears alive, weightless and iridescent: as burning by desire. But as in an open orbit the abstraction of this work arises on the run from the mundane, as if to say that yes, concern us, but only for pass over us. Without boomerang effect this work leaves us with a flood, that in India always marks the end of an era, and here, turning off the spell, it rails into sidereal space for never return again.