ART SHAKE Festival III edition part 2 >>>Berlin
1 Night of 15 Video Installations, Performance and Live Set
ART SHAKE Contemporary arts festival Created and directed by Emanuela De Notariis
…***** ART SHAKE . III edition _BERLIN
curated by Fabio Campagna
Saturday November 27th, h 19.00
performance h 21:30
91mQ Art Project Space
Landsberger Allee 54 – Berlino
The third edition of ART SHAKE festival is nomadic, changed and changing being born from the instability of existence. It spreads like a virus, deadly to the lethargy of feelings only, and after its succesful one week event in Rome, takes new life in Berlin. Where in 91 mQ Art Project Space it presents a one day event with videoart, performance and music, conceived as a synergetic exchange between the two cities.
ART SHAKE promotes art charachterized by hybrid languages and multiplicity of media, able to soothe the wounds of reality with wonder.
A fil rouge connects the different arts, all made of the blood of the controversial age we are living in. They metabolize conflicts and uneasiness of our age, skinning it and gutting its socio-cultural superstructures. And then sewing new skins over it, made of imagination.
Today blogs and poetry, comics and art history are all equal sources of inspiration, masters of a language of signs with an highly sensitive power, remedies made of imaginary, for a schizoyd society.
November 27th, 2010
Ambra Pittoni – Yusuke Yamasaki – Square Noises
curated by Fabio Campagna
Barbara Agreste – Andreco – Elena Bellantoni – Alessandro Cannistrà – Ericailcane – Azzurra De Gregorio – Francesca Fini – Marco Giani – Emanuele Kabu – Luca Manes – Emiliano Monaco – Marco Morandi – Carlo Michele Schirinzi – Cosimo Terlizzi – Virgilio Villoresi Curated by Emanuela De Notariis
Ambra Pittoni, Yusuke Yamasaki, Dance is not for ever:
Dance is not for ever is an Ambra Pittoni’s performance and sound project, interpreted in this occasion by Yusuke Yamasaki, that investigates other linguistic options for the transmission of a dance piece. In order to present the true, undefined sense of the choreography, the dance is presented as a score of breathings. A rhythmic body text that defines itself trough changes and alterations.
SQUARE NOISES, untiteld:
Square Noises is an experimental live set that combines contemporary dance practise and analog sound sources in order to analyse the function of body language within a dimension of improvised music practise.
Suggestions from the moving images of 15 videoartists.
Barbara Agreste, Reptilica:
My white flesh is their flesh, my hair is a support for leaves, that look like small fragments of me I keep searching for, restless, inside your thoughts, washing them into my unconscious, that gives birth to your best nightmares.
Andreco, Sonata d’organi in fa (Self portrait):
I’d give you every organ of my body, I’m a magician with a special skill, which is much more than cutting women in two parts. Each one of my organs has a life of his own, because I’ve got the alchemical formula with which I really own my body, and I’m getting concentrated on yours now. Music!
Elena Bellantoni, The fugitive:
Red strings, made with my own veins not to get lost in unknown cities, hamper your walk to make you stop right where you ignore me, ’cause you’ re too concentrated on your daily life. Take a break, escape from your prison.
Alessandro Cannistrà, Shameless eyes:
Otherwhise I’ll kill you, slowly, byte after byte. But it won’t be my fault, I love you so much that I want you to be mine, I want you to be really inside me. Inside me in gestation. Bur I hate your shameless eyes, and now I can finally make them wet.
Ericailcane, Ammazzarne uno per educarne 100:
Don’t trust, you can’t be quiet, your house is not your refuge, the monkey beats the steps of you coming, the steps of the moment I’ll make a bonfire with your fears and your little bon-ton certainties. Come with me to discover the magic of numbers, I’ll make you study, or I’ll make necklaces with your eyes.
Azzurra De Gregorio, Virgen:
Be the virgin untouched! Be the virgin pure!
Death to pity! Let’s wash pity into blood, let’s cover pity with white clothes, let’s sacrify love and rip off the heart from the body’s flesh, because you’re not allowed, virgin, to violate it. Nobody can play inside the circle of witches united by the pact of murdering every wish.
Francesca Fini, Latin Lover:
You wanted a girlfriend, there she is. You didn’t want to hear my voice anymore, you wanted to heal your headache, you wanted to scan my female body to understand what I’ve got inside, then look at me now. And be scared now, adore me now, love me now.
Marco Giani, Memory of the world:
While the world is blowing out there, your body is in safety, nothing can hurt you, everything happens far away, everything gets regenerated under your divine eyes.
Luca Manes, 2160°:
And I spin around endless times. I spin around as I was a crazy paper boat in a fountain in the middle of the square of you memories, passing through so fast, and leaving an echo of their voice inside me. And it resounds inside me, while I look at you on the seashore, in summertime. I keep looking, slowly.
Emiliano Monaco, La dolce vita:
My perspectives have changed, I betrayed you. I lie on the sand and you walk by indifferent, throwing the sand of your ligh-heartedness all over me. Just today.
Marco Morandi, Feed me rainbows:
Tomorrow your fawns will swallow diamonds, to make rain with them and dance. Because I’m linving in a surreality where my thoughts are the geometry of your raimbow masks, and butterflies can regenerate us from all atrocities.
Carlo Michele Schirinzi, Notturno Stenopeico:
While how many people run away, toward a somewhere else they dreamed of, drifted by their whishes illegittimately born from desperate and hopeful night encounters. And I peer at you, like a voyeur or just like a guardian of your escape efforts, digging inside your memories, in your adventures.
Cosimo Terlizzi, Beauty:
I looked at you growing, I looked at your beauty ripening in the uncultivated fields in the landscapes of my childhood memories. Where colors were warmer, where every summer permeated the pores of my skin and it never vanished. I still smell it when I meet you.
Virgilio Villoresi, Rotten flowers:
I look at your childood photographs, when you dreamt of being, who knows, maybe just what you are. Offer your memories to me, while you sing, I’ll make a blanket with them, to make dream chocolate flavoured dreams, tonight.