About Me
X like Xena. Xena like Stranger. Stranger to herself, exiled from a day light of her own existence. Her performances are explosions of a night passion, which negativity and extremity take her on another side of her time existence. The essence of her acting is not just in her transformation, but in transformation of energy of the others, she’s feeding herself with, like cannibal with a human flesh, vampire with a blood, or chameleon with a spit. She’s a beast in eternal hunt, never an easy.
what is the task of contemporary Art today, what is its most essential p-art, its shine in these so dark and vicious times? is it still time of PRESENTING, of endless story-TELLING, this connection that has made a network all over speaking space? ART does not need to be PRESENTED any more. its task is BEING & ACTING. I MUST CORRECT MY MAKE-UP. I'LL BE COOL AND CLAY-COLD. xena, l'ente urlante, il grido formante. il grido che nientifica il ni-ente, abbassa abissalmente. privata di tutto, anche della brama di patire, spogliata di ogni intendimento e di ogni interesse, lei è l'aborto derelitto che chiude il lume sopra il suo niente. il lume levante in luna calante.
