The subject of Rosanna Cieri is centered on the concreteness of an incontrovertible datum: in an era where always we can communicate with everybody and in every human and spatial place, the authentic human and sentimental relationships are not woven no more. In the first choreographic pictures, on music of different authors, the dancers express this desire of tangible bond, to weave bodies and hearts in human geometric figures, where the losses of balance are resolved in the presence of the other. In the second picture the main theme of the performance appears, a laptop; it should act as a privileged mean to interweave a world of affective relationships and that, instead, the merciful and grotesque look of Motus rereads in the viewpoint of a society enchanted by the pixel light of the pc, prey to a sorcery that deludes to be able to communicate with the whole universe and to solve the problems and the difficulties of the daily time: problems amplified and resolved in a silent and painful daily loneliness.
The direction of Rosanna and Simona Cieri artistically creates without dribbles the bankruptcy situations of the real existence where the virtual world becomes the swamp where the man loses himself, the cobweb that envelops bringing him to lose the contact with realty. It is the scene of the dancer that has the pc that seizes his arm: an enormous animal mouth ready to absorb the soul too.
All the imagined meetings, and also the realized ones, concludes themselves equally with the same script: the other is not that one seen to the other side of the screen, that one where the too sentimental expectations are poured again; he is a man or a wrong woman that comes to the appointment with the wrong flower to the buttonhole, flower of another colour to replace with another one similar, to conform to our realty. But it is a vain thing. That flower never go well. Perhaps it doesn’t exist. And it is on a stage turned into a carpet of flowers where dance the last illusion. A woman waits for a virtual man sitting to a table with two places to the light of a candle. A dancer leans on the table the pc. She finally smiles and starts a virtual dialogue. With another one. Rigorously nonexistent.