Alfredo Sebastiano/Danilo Quattrociocchi
supported by Teatro di Roma
Take a specific age of man, his teens, when you start building up your identity but you need to set up your real social network. Take Fantasy, which has always been part of you and you would like to inhabit as the most intimate of your rooms. Take the ignorance of others, the fear of what is different, the bovine torment that it does not exist a precise order on this Earth. Take a colour - pink - that has always wrongly associated to feminine, meaning emotional softness. Take anguish, when you are alone and suspect that your gift is your punishment. Take darkness, easier than any grimace. Take into account all that and the result will be the Holocaust.
The topic of discrimination, of psychological mobbing about identity that causes the repression of fantasy and pushes to self-destruction. A dizziness to show a germ that lurks everywhere but that especially in high schools - during the age when every future looks possible - establishes his paradox finding out the perimeter of the herd we are going to become.
A five-voices massacre for one victim. The homophobic bullying is the topic of STILL LIFE (2013) presented for the 20th edition of the Festival Garofano Verde at Teatro Ar-gentina in June 2013 in Rome: a civil event in the theatre of the city, a contribution of Ricci/Forte Ensemble to try to fight identity discrimination. A "tribute" to recall a teenager from Rome - one of the several victims - who committed suicide by hanging himself with his pink scarf.
Theatre is a powerful means that can enhance the potential coming from the differences between human beings. Theatre is the tool used to communicate new ways to observe reality, respecting choices and nature of each individual. A process to do politics, meaning the responsibility citizens should take inside their polis. Without taking up a submachine gun. Making this commitment becomes an act of courage that just a few people can take. We prefer not to see, avoiding questions that would force us to think. We prefer to conform to the rules of a pre-established society. This is already the ante-room to the repression of imagination and to self-destruction.
Names pile up on the web and in newspapers. Victims on victims, as a game to forget some minutes later. An empty place remains. The impossibility of world remains. The effort of a mother spending all her life for a son who decided to abdicate remains. The noise of techno music - played at full blast not to hear the breath broken by murmurs whispered in the corridors of a school - remains. Iím late! Iím late! - White Rabbit shouts to an Alice scared to grow up. There is no more time. The Queen of Hearts cuts down the heads of who rejects conformity. Stop sleeping, try to wake up. Ignorance is never an extenuation: we all are guilty of a murder. There is any bone of redemption to gnaw.