Apocalypse

Apocalypse

The Apocalypse of John, or of another visionary, is a roar of images. A roar and crash mixed with lightning and thunder in a sky both dark and dazzling at the same time, from which emerge protean figures, shape-shifters laden with symbols and destructive powers, bearers of catastrophic punishments and great magnificent prophetic apparitions such as the Woman clothed in the sun, with the moon under her feet and on her head a crown of twelve stars.

The two pillars of the dramaturgy, however, address in particular the questio of quantity understood as the sum of individuals united by a prophetic mission – between conquest and promised land – and that of water, an element vital to the attainment of divine and human purposes, the conscious and unconscious representation of this element.

The battleground of the imagination is as wide as the universe, the seismic rumble that overwhelms every boundary of reality reaches a climax in a concert of light and dark where everything seems to stop, the mutant forms and the space around them, in unison with the astonishing electromagnetic waves. Then comes the Lamb and time stands still, as on the event horizon. The Lamb has human eyes and looks at us, teaches us, the imprinting makes the other roar of images that are our present, raw real and true, flow fast within us. The vision belongs to us because it is what we see, what we experience, and what outlines our apocalypse, revealing and unveiling our internal and external cataclysm, our being thrown into the world and the very world in which we live for an insignificant time, a spark.

“In the distance goes the life of man/Where the new time sparkles from the vine-shoots,/The field of summer is emptied of figures,/The forest appears with dark images;/The image of the times completes nature,/That remains, and flows swiftly/ It is perfection, the sky sends glimmers/ To man, as the trees wrap themselves in flowers.”

It is poetry again that whispers to us our apocalypse, the one that has already happened and the one we are facing, thundering and crashing and great punishments are our true Babylon, and the lambs do not come to save us. The Land of Wonder is not yet there.

All we are left with is our world.

Apocalypse

Holy Scripture Project
Visual Installation + Performing Artwork

Creation by Maria Federica Maestri e Francesco Pititto
Dramaturgy, imagoturgy | Francesco Pititto
Composition, installation, shells | Maria Federica Maestri
Music | Andrea Azzali
Performers | Fabrizio Croci, C.L. Grugher, Boris Kadin, Sandra Soncini, Tiziana Cappella
Soprano | Victoria Vasquez Jurado
Documentary Extracts | Anna Kauber
Video shooting | Julius Muchai // Associazione Amici di Kibiko ODV
Production | Lenz Foundation