Awakening Biennale Giovani Artisti d'Europa e del Mediterraneo
      Sarajevo Workshop june 1999

      projekt:
      valerio bindi
      francesca iovino
      danijela madacky
      sciattoproduzie

      It's a demonstrative action. It's an awakening, a cry, an attack, an occupation.
      Let's party! The executioners' party with colors music dances.
      The sound is around, the executioners are with it. Music that incites the dances, arouses the curiosity. It's sound that makes oneself pursued. While the tormentors attract the people. They toss about through the streets, bringing dripping corpses on the leash. With a leaflets' rain which precedes them. Few words, sharp cuts, graphic zero. Italian bosnian english.
      And then a sudden attack, unforeseen. The executioners begin their chase. Assault the first victims. They press them, grasp them, they bind their wrists with the joints. They are their new plunder for the next celebrations.
      The parade continues with a long row of prisoners, all of them on the leash. The shouts arise, but the music attracts and the dances cannot stop. The time has come for going back to their own den and the path has to be marked for the entrance and the words are still few. The people follow straight sound box till to the exchange, till to the entrance's passage, till to the dry, rough, tearing break. The wind instruments start. Shrillest. And they are in another scene.
      In the background the first fetuses hung on the hooks. Foam rubber that drips. The executioners drag the preys inside the new dance. The party continues and it's as if something strange is gone happen, now and still. The light is scarce, essentially concentrated in a few points. But there, very strong. The wind instruments don't stop their sounds, and precede incite to cross the threshold, while waiting for the public under the light of the fetuses.
      The inside is shared, separated by the excessive brightness of the spots. The first scene is the baths, behind, the second one is dark and there are the ZU and METAXU with their apparatus. The music starts, the executioners come in. They are inside the baths, pushed by the prisoners still tied up.
      A procession till to the lights, till to be completely blinded.
      They have to get out and it's instantaneous. They violently turn over the footboards, by forcing the prisoners to draw back. And immediately grasp them for anchoring themselves on the hooks. The preys are in the middle, around them still trapezes for the meats which wait for being filled. It needs to end the dances in adequate way.
      The executioners pick up the next fetuses to hung, from the baths with the big rakes. They still drip but it's a moment to drive them, to aim the sticks and to hit the foam rubber. Which squirts spurts with a strong jet and wets, strikes the bodies in the middle. While there's a continuous dance for completing the rite.
      Darkness. The scene in a beat, in a stroke, moves. Light on the ZU+METAXU music that change and voice that begin his shout from the bath. It's scream sonic poetry gash that resounds, praise to the party. Till to the sound that alone invades the space.
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    SCIATTOproduzie:valerio bindi cecilia de biase francesca iovino
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