NO RAMA is an inhabited place, an artificial ecosystem where organic and inorganic material cohabits. Here different species can live, thrive and reproduce. Bodies crumble into celestial objects, turn into plants, animals, minerals.
Geographically located in our proximity, NO RAMA is not remote nor impossible, yet constantly raiding into a future-elsewhere, present and subterranean. There you will find living beings, spinning sound machines, desert roses, magic rocks, and tapestries. All the elements are connected and mixed, the surrounding space is constantly transforming, and each body assumes new shapes and powers, time dilates thus generating a diffusive self-sufficient system.
NO RAMA is a (visionary) investigation on the future of this planet, inhabited by a sequence of animal and biotechnological forms. Its ecosystem is capable of adapting to climate changes and the progressive acidification of waters. Between science and fiction, NO RAMA is just one of many possibilities.
Production Cab 008.
Associated artist of Triennale Milano Teatro 2019-2021.
Co-produced by Teatro Metastasio di Prato and FOG Triennale Milano Performing Arts.
Supported by L’Arboreto – Teatro Dimora di Mondaino, Armunia / Festival Inequilibrio, Centro nazionale di produzione / Virgilio Sieni, spazioK.Kinkaleri.
Supported by Regione Toscana, MiBACT and Comune di Firenze.
The project was realised with the contribution of ResiDance XL luoghi e progetti di residenza per creazioni coreografiche, azione della Rete Anticorpi XL / Network Giovane Danza D’autore coordinated by L’Arboreto – Teatro Dimora di Mondaino.
Original music and sound diffusion system
Light design and technical direction
“Meanwhile, despite Nature, despite grey goo, real things writhe and smack into one another. Some leap out because industry malfunctions, or functions only too well. Oil bursts out of its ancient sinkhole and floods the Gulf of Mexico. Gamma rays shoot out of plutonium for twenty-four thousand years. Hurricanes congeal out of massive storm systems, fed by the heat from the burning of fossil fuels. The ocean of telephone dials mounts ever higher. Paradoxically, capitalism has unleashed myriad objects upon us, in their manifold horror and sparkling splendor. Two hundred years of idealism, two hundred years of seeing humans at the center of existence, and now the objects take revenge, terrifyingly huge, ancient, long-lived, threateningly minute, invading every cell in our body.”
“I believe that my mind also dwelt on the question of whether the electric light was turned on for the creatures in the Nocturama when real night fell and the zoo was closed to the public, so that as day dawned over their topsy-turvy miniature universe they could fall asleep with some degree of reassurance."