Synopsis
Sometimes, the vivid images from the past keep asking explanations in the present; meanwhile, from the well of Memory, a dark and evanescent cavity, only pale images emerge, looking like simulacra.
Thus, the present calls info question the past as before a court of appeal.
Actually, one wonders if it is ever possible if small and big things in life can present themselves to memory, exactly in the same order as they were lived.
In h(and)s, the dancer lets herself get driven by her own hands, a "window of the mind", within a path of rediscovery of her past.
Mature and conscious movements get mixed with tender and juvenile ones, making the performance timeless and abstract.
When a nusery rhyme echoes, the space gets a shape and the happiest memories come back: the caresses of a mother, the attempts to pronounce the First sentences and to take the first, uncertain steps.
These early triumphs, so easily forgotten, are, however, the natural basis of self-confidence.
