Ambra Viviani 𓇢𓆸

"Further notes around the second law of thermodynamics – II" è una topografia acustica di Napoli, tra realtà e immaginazione. Questa performance di Ambra Viviani costruisce un paesaggio sonoro in cui tracce ambientali, vocali e musicali collidono generando cortocircuiti percettivi. Al centro della storia Minne de Curtis, alter ego fittizio dell’artista, pop star marginale e cameo ricorrente, lega frammenti distanti in una narrazione acustica coerente ma instabile. ❇️ PERFORMANCE 📆 12 settembre, ore 18 📍 L'Aquila __ #PERFORMATIVE05 11-14 settembre L'Aquila __ @regioneabruzzo @comunelaquila @abalaquila @ales_arte_lavoro_e_servizi_spa @exibart @mic_italia @regionelazio.official @enelgroup

𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗– 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗. Advice | Langston Hughes 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 will be available soon (almost) wherever you get your podcasts. Curated by #ambraviviani @u2e2e Theme music by #minnedecurtis @minnedecurtis Hosted and co-produced by @lumpenstation Crafted in a sunny studio at the @istitutosvizzero in Rome, and thanks to the support from @prohelvetia , SRKS/FSRC, and @swissperform ➷ ·˚ ༘ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Warum ist das Schöne so schwach?

Between pure rain and seawater.

Non studio, non lavoro, non guardo la tv, non vado al cinema, non faccio sport

only if invited

make a wish

risk assessment

Mating in captivity.

en d’autres termes, que toute espèce sexuée était nécessairement mortelle.

[…] Except my drape is here to stay, he fooled their eyes, I fooled their gaze.  I was awake before the alarm, my back hurts. Third room on the left, a good friend of mine singing in joy but what for. The door opens each morning at the same time. Today half of us got our ass painted. They say it could help with blurring the difference between the ass and the face. The origin of the bilaterian mouth and anus seems such a big deal, yet today half of us got our ass painted; with placing two ocelli at both sides of my anus, now it is a mouth, and my ass, is a face. All of us, with two faces, are alive. Thanks to our second side, always alert.  Third time is a charm, fourth time I - maybe - was - maybe - awake. The first maybe questioning the self, the second the being or the being awake, your choice. You look at me in what you see as my eye, blinded by the light, cut loose like a deuce - sing this part and think of the deuce, as the two of the dice, as two eyes-, I switch - light on and off and on and off - from active to passive voice, from I look to I am looked at. Calm sea, not me, the sun goes down and hits a tin can, how uncanny.  The blinding uncomfortable resistance of the reflection, the shining, is the constant reminder that there is an angle from which I cannot see. I cannot gaze at myself the way the object did, nor can I gaze at the object from its own angle. I’ll never see from the point that I am seen. Which is difficult to overcome, when the means for experiencing it is limited to the eye.  Shirt too tight, thumb and index, pinch pinch, textile far from the body, far from the body, body far. Nose running, thumb and index, pinch pinch, nose far from the body, far from the body, body far. Where do you run? I’m facing my nose. Dark eyelets staring at me.

Lento violento, ininterrottamente.