The mirror.
What is beauty for
if I miss the cheer,
what if I miss luck?
The stage installation of Flowers like stars? it draws free inspiration from the sixteenth-century Abbess's Chamber, in the former Monastery of San Paolo in Parma, famous for having been frescoed by Correggio. The magnificent decorations of the vault, innervated by obscure philosophical-mythological correspondences, arcane sentences of an ancient language, are transposed into concrete devices of a burning contemporary meditatio vitae.
Alongside the other disturbing Calderonian figures, Rosaura from Life is a Dream, Semiramide from The Daughter of the Air, Angela from The Charming Lady and Julia from The Devotion of the Cross Fenix from The Constant Prince participates in the dissonant poetic chorus of the dramatic structure of the greatest author of Spanish Baroque theatre.
Flowers like stars? Flowers like stars?: displacement, deviation, deviation, drift towards a world that is not a mirroring of the aesthetic-moral universe of Calderón. Escape from the baroque and escape from the convention of the dramaturgy of suffering of The Constant Prince, a masterpiece which, reread and transduced by Grotowski, re-founded the theater of the second half of the twentieth century.
At the center of our work is the life of Fenix, a very intense and contradictory minor character: he is the character of the questions.
Valentina Barbarini, young but no longer very young, merges with the irreducible function of demand: the anxiety of unanswered demand fully corresponds to its being both iconic and solitary, strong and very fragile. The stage system envelops it, the “veils” it: it superimposes additional filters on it, screenings that blur the sharpness of a possible answer to the one unanswered question: Is God Man?
At the opening of The Constant Prince there is a fundamental guiding verse for tracing the work: “I only know that I know how to feel what I don't know”. It is the question of every awakening: it is the disturbance of clearly perceiving that the sensitive is in itself a condition of bewilderment, a volatile identity, irreducible to enlightening knowledge. Fenix's is a rarefied emotional physiognomy, which overflows into a woman's infinite ability not to correspond to herself and her reasonable existential dynamics. Valentina started working with us at seventeen, today she is thirty-five: a long journey, in which with total adhesion she embodied the artistic figuration of indecision, of subtraction, of refusal to plan daily action. It is the body and thought of a moral theater that rejects fiction and sentimentality.