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Published on Apr 8, 2014
Each phenomenon begins with a pulse, a small movement in the space. A weak beat, a mute sound for the ear: a rhythmic stroke that marks a cycle of a life. Sound and silence. One alternated to the other. This is what my piece describes: a grain of a pulse. A voice, punctuated by constant intervals. My piece is a tribute to the rhythm of life marked by pulses. The gestures I used to describe this embrace various moments of the life cycle. The beginning. A first strong moment, marked by a break, a symbolic representation of the separation from what exists before, as advent of new life. This moment is followed by a state of "relative inactivity", which flows into the completion of the form, in the creation of substance, no longer embryo, but now the body, trembling and eager for life. From here on, everything grows and grows up to gush rushing into a new phase of maturation and maximum expansion in which free energies are carriers of a force that anticipate the decline, the fulfillment of the parable of life. The pulsation, which up to this point, has been angry and hungry for life, begins a downward spiral, inexorably toward the stillness. But here, the power returns. Breathless but still perceptible in a last effort, to give life from life. And then, the dark. The final farewell. The silence and the end. A far echo, a weak beat, a mute sound for the ear: a rhythmic stroke marks the beginning of a new cycle: a grain of a pulse.