Nobody is allowed to decipher to the end the tangle of mysteries that lurks in the heart of a woman, of every woman.

A biological diversity that becomes an abyss of the psych, the darkness.


My research starts from an autobiographical dimension, my birth on the island of the sirens, in the Strait of Messina, between Scylla and Charybdis, among submerged creatures that have nourished my hours.

It is also an intimate condition, my attachment to the waters rather than the earth, to feel the energy of the sea and of liquidity similar to my going, swinging, indecipherable, bewitching and frightening.

The singing, of which that i have tasted in the last years and the wings that I feel to have together with the tail, make the journey an implicit vision of me.

In this vision the gaze beyond,in the feminine that I feed and that I drive, in the practice with the dance ritual art for women, the Dance Mu, in which I find characteristics of siren,in every woman, really.


Research

The mermaid is an oxymoron of life and death, melody and torment, pleasure and cruelty, magnet and asphyxia, voluptuousness and torment, fascination and witchcraft, persuasive appeal, drops of sea and antimatter. For millennia the woman-fish feeds human fantasies and deceives men about their ability to pierce some veil of the feminine heart of darkness. No one has ever seen them yet with a body defined in detail, they are inside each of us, in that territory where the imaginary is mixed with reality. Here comes again the impalpable part of the woman, that secret that no alchemy has been able to steal.

Here the sirens, irregular for excellence, with their indecipherability escape this homogenisation of homologation without creativity and perpetuate their charm for millennia. The double, indeed the triple and even more, which becomes a lifeline of lost humanity. One and a hundred thousand women who leap, like the cartoon fish Nemo, tries to grab that future that slips from all sides.

Sirens everywhere, which ultimately embody the fear, respect, desire and suspicion that man has about women; the frustration for the inability to enter his head, beyond the socio-anthropological stereotypes, which cannot even touch the true power of femininity.

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 La sirena è ossimoro di vita e morte, melodia e strazio, piacere e crudeltà, calamita e asfissia, voluttà e tormento, fascino e stregoneria, richiamo suadente, gocce di mare e antimateria. Da millenni la donna-pesce alimenta le umane fantasie e illude gli uomini sulla loro capacità di squarciare qualche velo del femmineo cuore di tenebra. Nessuno le ha mai viste eppure con un corpo definito nei particolari, sono dentro ognuno di noi, in quel territorio dove l’ immaginario si impasta con la realtà. Riecco la parte impalpabile della donna, quel segreto che nessuna alchimia è stata in grado di carpire.

Ecco  le sirene, irregolari per eccellenza, con la loro indecifrabilità sfuggono a questa mattanza  di omologazione senza creatività e perpetuano la loro malia da millenni. Il doppio, anzi il triplo e il di più ancora, che diventa ancora di salvezza di un’ umanità smarrita. Una e centomila donne che a balzi, come il pesce cartoon Nemo, cerca di agguantare quel futuro che sguscia da tutte le parti.

 Sirene ovunque, che in definitiva incarnano la paura, il rispetto, il desiderio e il sospetto che l’ uomo nutre sulla donna; la frustrazione per l’ incapacità di entrare nella sua testa, al di là degli stereotipi socio-antropologici, che non riescono nemmeno a sfiorare il vero potere della femminilità.