We dance the edges of the world
Performance, where the body itself is narrative, at the center of artistic communication; bodies as social architectures traverse inner images,
listening to authentic desires to arrive at action. Image in action, fantasy and creativity become gesture.
The studio open to the public is the result of a workshop path with people interested in performance and the topic, and through dialogue with the musicians and the space hosting us.
Rituality, presence, differences and one single language: the body speaks. The encounter and the breath.
Bodies dialogue between physical distance and HUMAN connection.
Missed embraces, an invitation through performance to the art of relationship; it is not performance but relation. Free to be in one’s own diversity. Finally in contact, listening to the unknown parts of ourselves.
“Love is a stranger” Rumi
Relational art project curated by and with Chiara Clara Burgio, choreography and “images in action” workshop.
Sound fills the space and supports it, and we stand in a splendid resonance between body and sound. We ask three local musicians to resonate with the group of narrating bodies.
The workshop is open to everyone: dancers and also those who are not; we had the opportunity to encounter different cultures, ages, geographies, and stories, and thus
recognize the beauty of diversity. A right we should all have, that of being ourselves.
Human flourishing
Dance is an invitation to individual and collective flourishing, made of energy and presence. An ancient collective ritual where one can feel the breath. In an expanded time/space. Music by Hiroko Komiya, soundscape recordings by Clara Burgio, editing by Luca Romagnoli.
De-siderium. I gathered some stars
Conception, Dance and Choreography: Chiara Clara Burgio.
Synopsis
The open question of the energetic movement of the feminine. Beyond a body being woman or man.
In ancient shamanic cultures, yin energy was united with mystery, the moon, the night, the earth, the natural symbol of gestation, of different phases, of cycles, of nourishment that welcomes and protects, of time that requires more space to flourish and to be listening. Strong roots bring centering and allow the leap, the flight, to see oneself and therefore the other as part of oneself. Being a part, no longer strangers. The body is a compass much larger than the body itself; we are part of an elsewhere that requires trust in mystery.
Today I feel these qualities of life are missing from a human and social perspective. Butoh dance allows the sharing of an ancient ritual that awakens a gentleness towards oneself (and thus in relation to others) that allows an intimate and silent connection first with oneself and then with an audience that is an active part of a collective breath. A witness to a relationship with inner images that now belong to each of us. Listening to one’s intuition, the courage to want to touch life. Trust and listening will be volcanic companions that legitimize the journey of a body in metamorphosis, of a slow individual and collective flourishing.
De siderium, the lack from the stars is the desire to return to our substance.
We are all made of the same substance as the stars. We are all already our own horizon.
Like the earth the sky. The landscape is nourished by sound, space is sound, poetry is in action. From a personal need to a universal feeling. The dialogue that sustains us is the one with nature without forgetting we are part of it. Entering into a relationship with a tree is entering into a relationship with oneself, with the constellations, our grandfathers, our grandmothers, our ancestors.
Butoh dance is connection, rebellion, freedom. Art saves the world.
DANCE FOR GAZA
Myein
By and with Clara Burgio
The body in relation to the space hosting us. In relationship with the soundscape and the rhythm of the breath. A collective ritual, a breath together. Flourishing in a community. Inner landscapes between light and darkness, Apollo and Dionysus, lightness and stone. Distance from the stars: the stars are of the same composition we are made of. Desire is absence from what we truly are. To flourish is metamorphosis. Being far from what is our own home. Seeing within is already perceiving our own horizon. To cultivate is to dance with the mystery “the rose gives honey to the bees”.
It is the mystery that I go to dance, the flower that feels life and in a gentle turn, from maximum closure, can open to the sky.
May the rose flourish
Every thorn be welcomed and accepted
without judgment
the mystery that hides the darkness is a path that invites us to discover the wonder of the light within it.
La performance Myein di Clara Burgio è un’immersione poetica e rituale nel mistero della trasformazione interiore. Il titolo, che in greco antico significa “chiudere” – riferendosi ai riti iniziatici dei Misteri eleusini – evoca fin da subito un viaggio simbolico verso l’essenza nascosta delle cose, dove la chiusura è preludio a un’apertura, il silenzio a una rivelazione.
Al centro dell’opera vi è il corpo come luogo di relazione: con lo spazio circostante, con il paesaggio sonoro, con il ritmo primordiale del respiro. Il respiro diventa atto collettivo, un rituale condiviso che unisce danzatrice e pubblico in un unico campo esperienziale. Attraverso il movimento, Burgio esplora la tensione tra opposti archetipici – luce e ombra, apollineo e dionisiaco, leggerezza e peso – suggerendo come questi contrasti abitino lo stesso paesaggio interiore.
La riflessione si fa cosmologica quando ricorda che siamo fatti della stessa materia delle stelle, eppure viviamo un costante desiderio, un’assenza da ciò che siamo realmente. La fioritura – metafora centrale della performance – rappresenta proprio questa metamorfosi: un aprirsi graduale, un abbandonare la chiusura per accogliere il cielo. Come la rosa che dona il miele alle api senza saperlo, l’atto del danzare diventa un nutrimento inconsapevole, un dialogo con il mistero.
Ogni spine – ogni ombra, ogni resistenza – viene accolta senza giudizio, perché è proprio nell’integrazione del buio che si rivela la meraviglia della luce. Myein non spiega, ma invita a sentire: a percepire l’orizzonte interiore, a fiorire insieme, a danzare il mistero che ci abita.