December 8, 2018 21:00
December 9, 2018 h 19:00
This story is all invented.
Leonardo da Vinci is the protagonist, because he is one of the few characters who, for all his wisdom, his talent and his genius, can solve, or at least try to solve, the biggest unsolved case that concerns human beings in their artistic, scientific and vital sphere: transition.
Yeah, just that.
He is the only one in the world who can do it.
He thinks of trying on a spring afternoon, as he watches a battle in which an army uses the weapons he invented. His works thus become a study path, the time in which he lives becomes the context in which his curiosity take root, to invent another reality, which is mirrored in art and takes new consciousness from it.
The story dialogues on stage with the images by Cristina Gardumi, close-ups of a humanity that has to do with Leonardo and his hidden work.
Obviously, any of the episodes that are told here have never actually happened. Too often, we exchange true stories with credible ones; indeed, the credibility of stories is often connected to their real happening.
But if so, if it were enough that a fact happened to describe reality, then reality would be immutable, it would never be questioned, and things would simply be what they are. There would be no discovery, no invention, no art, if one could not betray reality by inventing a plausible one.
I prefer to think that “when a true story is told, it becomes invented and, when invented, it becomes true.”
Like dreams, which do not exist in reality once they were dreamed, they are just there, throbbing, making you sweat, and scare, and laugh.