Dance contemplation on what we dare not see in daylight.

It is a solo dance and movement performance by Italian performer Sara Bocchini dealing with the topic of insomnia and changed perception of reality.

It explores the phenomenon of insomnia and imagines reflected in dreams. 
It places things into unusual contexts.
It exposes the body in its vulnerability. 
It examines the limits of our perception.
It asks about our opinion on “what is real”. 
It asks if we are ready to sacrifice ourselves. Are we?

It asks what we are ready to sacrifice – are we?

 

To be awake when one is not supposed to. During a sleepless night the sensory perception is shifted. The pain is sharper. The solitude is absolute. Weird things happen on the treshold between consciousness and falling asleep: thoughts enter a kingdom which they do not dare to enter in daytimet; fragments of dreams blur the contours of objects; the body becomes a terrain where it tries to show its hidden tensions. Mortality is a matter of fact, like the body unable to fall asleep.

MONSTRUM_and here I am blind deals with sleep, dreaming, insomnia, and blending of these three states. It engages in a level of existence, in which it is not possible to say clearly whether you have experienced something real or you have only dreamed about it. And is ‘only’ a proper word? Isn’t a night dream real, too?

How does what we consider reality present itself in the darkest night hour? What does remain beyond the fear coming near, hope, disillusion, happiness, sorrow? How long are we able to withstand this look into darkness?

MONSTRUM depicts the anatomy of insomnia: a restless flow of under skin pressures, collapses, erosions, shifts. It embodies wandering and compulsion of confused perceptions. It is about the exhaustion caused by the inability to switch off and drift into dreams, or into nothingness. It depicts anxiety over continuation.

MONSTRUM tests a subconscious approach to dramaturgy, and it tries to recreate the uncatchable logic we experience while dreaming. Things seem to pop out of a chaotic magma, juxtaposed side to side, and to call for being looked at. Moving through this magma is a stream of consciousness, a cluster of fragments, an invisible creature that constantly reshapes its level of existence in time and space.