Giacomo Por photographer and writer


Follow invisible trajectories, deceiving false limits imposed by the obscure. Cross the shadows, denying any ambiguity from the beginning with what appears related to the subject matter of the dark. The necessary dematerialization of what remains of the language. The obscure has no need of textual structures that lead to a consolidation in fact non-existent in its own antecedents. There is no need to tell, there is no story, there is no possibility entities such as shadows can bend to the will, already defeated, to make them elements of an everyday noise, logorrhea useless and boring. The verbal languages ​​make use shadows to build a shared recognizability, but the word returns to nothing it was if intended as an interlocutor of that which has no voice. The shadows are primitive effusions of the beginning, constructions of the afterlife of the sense.It is not the story, about anything, is the ongoing training of the unknown, intuited and revealed in the silence.

When I started to think of my work on Butoh, Kinjiki as I called, or rather on the portrait of Butoh, I left free all my natural adversity towards any form of representation and self-representation. The dismemberment of the representation is need not deferrable as breathing. Mimesis is in charge, as always, to build projections to the aimless, in the direction of desire born of a ancient frustration. Does not provide for the reality, does not provide the dream, does not provide the sense, does not provide for us, for sure does not provide me. I do not see these shadows more than the overturning of trust rooted and approximate in the fiction of representation, the acting, the re-building of all that has never been.

There is something mysterious and not seen in the expression of Hijikata, by the action of Ohno. Butoh as reconnaissance and self-consciousness of liberating forms adverse to the imitation and renunciation of the sense. This was the original tension that for not a case interest me and led me to this meeting. Ankoku Butoh, the darkness of Mishima, its forbidden colors, my silence.

Vanquish the representation using it as an antidote to clear the road of meaning, beyond the sense. I saw then in the frequent temptation to quote of the various Butoh performers I've encountered so far, the possibility of break all ties with their code through their own action. I have in some manner appropriate to jump over, look what you can not say otherwise. Leaving in the shadows chisels of restless and angry, seeing dislodge the unheard.

My prohibited colors are mostly the escape of the masses shadowy, of movements of the obscure, from the intolerable dictatorship of the sense constructed, reconstructed and recognized by the language. Freedom from fiction and the pretenses. They are my flowers left on the forgotten fields of contemporary. The shadows are fluids that outpourings without gravity through the possible deformity of light. In disarticulation of each represented space, I seek the end of each metamorphism, any possible arrival, destination, conclusion. I do not care to reach something, I do not care to die trusting in the redemption of desire. What matters, what would be natural ambition, is impermanence. The irradiation of diachronic matter and intuition that implodes in the invisible, but he cut his own movement, continuous and irreversible, falling into infinity every moment more.

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