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SCRIPTURE

VISIT TO THE RIACE BRONZES: CONNECTING WITH HISTORY THROUGH ONE'S OWN BODY

United by the birth scar in the center of our bellies, this is the road that leads us unanimously to our ancestors made of bronze and stone. One day, these men were flesh, or perhaps just parts of them. The rest, an invention of the human ideal of his time. Between Plato and Aristotle, an absolute image of the human body is configured: what is its exact shape, what are its movements, what is its posture. And with that, with this meticulous diary of measures and postures, we grow and shape ourselves. We reflect ourselves in possibilities that are presented to us as impossible, although, alas, how can it be? If we should all be like this! And so we go, we move forward, we go through hostilities, the world appears to us more friendly, the people more diverse and the singularity more evident, until, one day, a group of people decide to face their earthly and imperfect nakedness with this artistic, impassive and ideal nakedness. A group enters the Archaeological Museum of Catalonia and comes face to face, skin against skin, body to body against the bronze of Ancient Greece and contemporary flesh. A completely sterile fight between men and women with bare skin and metal warriors submerged in the Mediterranean for indefinite times. And luckily, the flesh is the flesh, the reality is the reality, and the ideals are ideals. And this is how history, our life and our day to day tell us. And the battle, obviously, is won by life. For who would want to resemble bronze, ancient, cold, smooth and impassive? Who would want to abandon a life of movement, soft, huggable and free to become a wet iron? With the battle, the group of bare skins proclaim ourselves defenders of the long life of imperfect flesh, of large bellies and of the kind looks that the freedom of nudity spreads to us.

UNDERGROUND, IN SEARCH OF TELLURIC TIME, OF AN ATAVISTIC SPACE

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Procés descriptura per Sota Terra

What do we find when we make a hole? What is there in that darkness that no one except the creator of the hole knows? Marta Segarra explains to us in her book PIERCED BODIES how every perforated body, every pierced object, that undiscovered space, is the great unknown, it is the darkness, it is that "other", that place where our knowledge does not reach, but which, precisely for that reason, traps and abducts us. The viscera of curiosity does not allow the intellect to do its work. And so begins the show that Moon Ribas and Quim Girón have devised about that place that we access through the hole, that place that is underground. An investigation around a nearby place, but completely upside down, where the population as we know it has no place. An exhibition of the possible, of those spaces yet to be created and, therefore, to be invented: the underworld, that which may be beneath us.
The Stronger Peripheries project selects SOTA TERRA as a show that will connect two Mediterranean cities.

Mataró (Catalonia) and Cagliari (Sardinia). Moon Ribas and Quim Girón are the creators of SOTA TERRA. Their joint creations reflect the desire to unite their particular disciplines, the dance and cyborg world of the former, and the contemporary circus of the latter, making them dialogue with current technology and the most primitive natural aspects.

Technology as a means of communicating with nature and trying to understand it is the preface of this proposal: each viewer is given a headlight and a bracelet connected to the earthquake network that vibrates every time one occurs. The headlamps worn by each spectator are the only lighting of the show. There are no spotlights other than the light of the observers. As a spectator, you have absolute power over the place you look at. You can light up the stage, the sides, the ceiling, even the stalls. As a speleologist, it is in your hands to carry out the research route you want to carry out during the show. Now more than ever, this show cannot be seen if there is no one to watch it. The Buddhist question of "if a tree falls in the middle of the forest and no one sees it, does it make a noise?" comes into full force here.

On stage, only a layer of earth covering the entire ground, accompanied by the singing of cicadas. The choice is not accidental: cicadas are small animals that can spend up to seventeen years underground in a lethargic state and, when the heat arrives and the time they consider has elapsed, they are reborn and spend the whole summer singing. Those squeaks that we hear in the Mediterranean forests during the summer days may have been peacefully silent for seventeen years in the telluric darkness and humidity. And a prophetic voice, the only intelligible words in the whole show, are those of Ubaldo Sanna, an inhabitant of Fluminimaggiore (a small village 80 kilometers from Cagliari), who, at the age of seventeen, perhaps between the burial and rebirth of a cicada, discovered a cave and, since then, for 50 years, has gone practically every day of his life.

A man who has lived much of his existence underground and who equates those years to the millimeters of growth of stalactites: one millimeter is equivalent to ten years of human life, ten complete revolutions of the Earth around the Sun. Sanna looks like something out of Werner Herzog's documentary The Cave of Forgotten Dreams: Like Chauvet Cave, the Su Mannau Caves caught up with him and never let him go. His instinct has definitively overcome his intellect.

The discovery of another world at hand, a place where society has not been able to settle or wreak havoc, disturbs and undeterred or forever expels those who discover it. Like Socrates in Plato's Cave, both Chauvet's scientists and Sanna himself explain how time stands still inside the cave, underground, in the arteries of our planet. Plato tries to convince us that the interior of the Earth is a deception, that until we escape from the darkness and are illuminated by our solar star we are not able to discern what is real and what is not. But Socrates becomes blind when exposed to sunlight. The knowledge is such that it becomes physically unbearable.

In SOTA TERRA, the darkness abducts you; There is no fear, but there is mystery. Reason struggles to make its way and try to understand what happens inside, to illuminate and explain how people lived, what the constant temperature was, what the reasons were for staying there, how stalactites are created and preserved and how everything inside has been preserved, static. The mind begins to function until, inevitably, it stops for lack of answers. Knowledge becomes unbearable, but, instead of punishing us, desire speaks, the senses overcome reason, and the body decides simply to be, remain silent and try to listen to the sound of the cave, of the interior of the Earth, until, as the scientist from Chauvet says, we get to listen to our own hearts.

At that moment comes understanding. In the most absolute darkness, questions do not need to be answered. It is another world, an unknown space that society has not reached and that perseveres in preventing its arrival, in preventing it from penetrating and perverting the virginal state of the origin of the world, of the beginnings of our lives.

Irene Vicente Salas, November 5, 2023