DA Lì - Autoritratto molle con trasloco
with Davide Gagliardi
Text and direction by Egidia Bruno
Lights and sounds by Vincenzo Vecchione
Costumes by Deborah Erin Parini
Production: Teatro Lunaparco (www.teatrolunaparco.ch)
Duration: 75 minutes
Is it possible to talk in a play about what feelings art can arouse in our soul?
Is it possible to say, without falling into rhetoric, what importance art can have in our existence?
Is it possible to tell, without bordering on psychoanalysis, how, in our case, everything can start from a painting by Salvador Dali?
A man is moving. It is his umpteenth move.
We don't know why he's moving, but we do know that every time he does it's an opportunity to get rid of everything that has represented something up to that moment and that no longer makes sense to keep. But there is a poster, the reproduction of a painting by Salvador Dali, "Autoritratto molle con pancetta fritta" that, despite having been removed from the walls of the house long ago, indeed, it has never been hung, despite being yellowed and ruined and therefore to be "thrown away", puts our protagonist in front of something that is clearly not yet resolved, something that has yet to pass the scrutiny of his conscience.
Here, then, is his passion for Salvador Dali, of whom he had seen an exhibition in Barcelona many years before; of whom he knew nothing before that exhibition; of whom he had been struck without really knowing why. When he returned from that trip, he began to study the life and works of the famous artist and searched his house for the right wall to hang a reproduction of the painting that had impressed him so much. Yet, after several attempts, he had decided not to hang it. That image disturbed him. It was not at all reassuring.
In front of a work by Salvador Dali you can try anything, but you certainly can't remain indifferent.
Perhaps because what we see concerns us much more than we think, perhaps because it touches a raw nerve, something that lingers within us without finding a way out.
His famous phrase "The difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad" says a lot about his level of awareness.
Telling about Dali is perhaps possible to tell a little about ourselves and what happens in the depths of our soul.