This work is a research on masculinity:
what is masculinity to me? how can I ‘release’ it in order not just to renounce it? may I have an intimate, non-normative contact with my being male? is my being male really something I share with others? can masculinity be a ‘courtyard’ or a field of experiences rather than a category to belong to?

This work is an attempt to repel ghosts, disarm fears, loosen borders, Turn the earth into a sky that, precisely like the sky, does not confuse geography with genealogy, altitude with authority.

This work is also an attempt to write a letter to the Father, the one we have known, even if he’s been missing, the one to whom we have all been subjected, we as our fathers and their fathers too

This work is a solo, although we are two. It’s a solo with an intruder. I am the intruder.

This work is a way to say goodbye and, in this sense, it starts from an ending.

This work is a labour.

“If I gave up, if I let go everything, you wouldn’t exist,
because there would be no sex, there wouldn’t be any family, any marital bed,
there would be no motherhood nor warm milk, nor cuddles to compensate my punches,
nobody, nobody would care for you. You’d be just an individual thrown into nothingness.
If I don’t carry it, you’ve got no shape. If I let it go, you’ve got no boundaries.
There wouldn’t be any here or there, nor right and left.
I am here to divide, to carve, to oppose,
I am here to make war,
because where there is war there is death,
and where there is death there is life.
I am the Father.”

The work develops on three levels:

– the choreographic research with Silvia Mai;
– writing texts on masculinity, of which one monologue of the Father (a way to give hime the word before leaving him) and 12 stories about human figures, often women, who live on the margins of the Father’s world.
– a field research through meetings with organisations working on male identity issues as well as through a series of workshops with individuals identifying as male on their intimate experience of masculinity.