Far beneath the sands of time, before the dawn of seasons was, a ritual of holy sorrow halted the beating of Earth's heart. In an era frozen beyond impermanence reach, a vacuum deprived of memories, of expectant dreams.
From the crystal tears of galaxies two nymphal creatures were born, their pupils a downward spiral of black holes, their skin woven in a glowing mantle of stars, a comet's tail trapped inside their hearts.
Upon their moonlit hands only one task was placed; to divert death's attention from the vastness of Earth. And so, interlinked by a single soul, the daughters of the sky were given given by every galaxy the gift of dance, by every Sun the present of song. Two bodies wavering with the sin of immortality, eclipsing the brightness of celestial light with the agonizing beauty of their flight.
In an era suspended behind time, their dance gave birth to oceans of asters, deserts of light, until their faltering soul got drunk with the promise of eternal life. And so, the distant charm of death cast a shadow of grief upon their dance. Divided by the greed of their lover's passion play, the daughters of the sky gave in to the temptation of passing pleasure. The firmament grew cold without the flickering of their glow, silence installed itself on the valleys of Earth.
Torn by jealously, Eva stripped Ave of her voice, and sang a melody of moonlight flake seduction to death. Her voice knitted a translucent mantle with the fragile shade of ice, her crystal tears rained snowy tunes into the shivering oceans of Earth beneath. Trapped in the trance of funeral notes, dammed to an eternal lack of flow, the statue of Winter flickered with dizzling hails. As she lost herself into death´s embrace, Eva sealed her song with a wave of mortal silence.
With one last breath, Eva lays herself to rest, giving birth with her embrace to the suave dance of Ave`s sorrow. And Ave wakes, her hair shimmering with iridescent fire, her fluttering feet leaving behind streaks of shimmer. The waving of her arms releasing a rain of golden leaves, her swaying body leaving a trace of flowery essence behind. On a cloud of pollen she takes back her lover, her lips drowning in the sweet caress of death.
And so the cycle starts, for the dance of Summer and the song of Winter cannot coexist, they cry.
Created by the Rubber Bodies Collective: http://www.rubber-bodies.com/
Directed by Jimmy Grimma
Written by Anika Luna and Ada Wendy Moira
Musicalized by Mario Sammut (cygna music)
Art & Stage Design, Props and Scenography by Matthew Pandolfino
Performed by Anika Luna, Ada Wendy Moira, Rebecca Camilleri, Sean Decelis and Ira Melkonyan
Photography by Martin Bonnici
This Project was partly funded by MAF and supported by MCCA
