Poetics as a summary of a residence in mountains.
December 22. Storm. A small village in the mountains in southern Italy. Every day there is a movie, but not a full-lenght one, most likely an Italian soap opera and, for sure, with the elements of contemporary art. Half-Sorrentino, half-Almodovar?
But there is something else here, obviously subjective - through the Belarusian perception of Italian reality, old prejudices and illusions at the same time.
No one reads long texts now. But here's a rebus (incomplete version): Zumba for Italian matrons in an abandoned school, though young girls do not dance - there is no place, but they smoke everywhere, always, suffering from shortness of breath in the process of physical activity.
Women are greatly occupied and not only with Zumba, while men are in a bar for any reason, ready to offer a coffee or a glass of wine.
Songs, dancing to the guitar, proper mood and an orchestra, firewood, barrels and tin cans; and a clarinetist with a sad Russian face, although, his passport says "an Italian". 3 dogs and 1 kitten can live together, like 20 people - shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek, 2 weeks. By the way, not all Italians are extroverts. In other words, they are artists.
Pasta with potatoes finally happened, as a symbol of Italy - Belarus friendship, or, probably it was the result of a hangover. They say this is an ordinary situation for Southern Italy. An anthropologist, a fashion photographer, an acrobat, a juggler, a showman, a musician, a designer, an IT guy, a choreographer (and that's not everyone ) - we are all on equal terms. Today we are flooded with rain, the 2nd day of the Focare festival is slightly smeared.
2 weeks of artistic residence in an Italian village. And it seems like it's not about ego, victories or creating masterpieces. This is more about a collective body, relaxed laughter, endless improvisation, the formation of new neurons, hedonism and overcoming language barriers and ,well about the preparation for the festival itself.