“Sono Stata Amata Molto “ (Italian for “I Was Very Much Loved”) invites the viewer into one’s bedroom and diary to explore them as spaces where to process pain.
Going through the grief of a break-up, especially one that refuses to be accepted by the other, and that drags itself to the span of years, this performance explores the subsequent isolation from the world and the veil between one and the others. To quote Skeeter Davis, why do the birds go on singing? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?.
For how individual this pain is, it is one that has been experienced by everyone. By making such a process public, I invite people to share their grief through mine, to project their experiences upon one that is suddenly in front of them. I invite an intimate discussion with one’s self about who we are after a part of our reality gets teared away by force? What does love mean if it’s intertwined with abuse? What does abuse mean if it’s intertwined with love? What is left of us after?
Going through the grief of a break-up, especially one that refuses to be accepted by the other, and that drags itself to the span of years, this performance explores the subsequent isolation from the world and the veil between one and the others. To quote Skeeter Davis, why do the birds go on singing? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?.
For how individual this pain is, it is one that has been experienced by everyone. By making such a process public, I invite people to share their grief through mine, to project their experiences upon one that is suddenly in front of them. I invite an intimate discussion with one’s self about who we are after a part of our reality gets teared away by force? What does love mean if it’s intertwined with abuse? What does abuse mean if it’s intertwined with love? What is left of us after?
