OBS!! Good Morning everyone, we apologize for drawback, but because of an unexpected rl we have to postpone the inauguration signed Noke Yuitza Jarvinen and Pol. We keep you updated on the date to be fixed soon.
NOKE YUITZA AND POL JARVINEM present "THE SANDMAN - FIRST STAGE"
From Tuesday 7th to the end of September
OPENING Tuesday 7th at 2.00 PM (SLT)
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Arte Libera is particularly proud to hosts again the spanish artist Noke Yuitza, author di one of the best exhibit at the gipsy gallery in 2009: “Deep fire – Fuoco sommerso”.
This time Noke presents a performance in cooperation with another great artist of the Metaverse: Pol Jarvinen.
They sign an immersive exhibit ixpired to the Hoffmann tale's "The Sandman" and to its ballet "Coppelia". Noke and Pol choosed to performance this singular plot in 5 installations, like 5 acts of a piece of theatre, and the first chapter is hosted at Il Giardino di Arte Libera, particularly close to the poetry of this gothic and romantic author.
I'm happy to met Noke long time ago: I appreciated her instantly for her original and deep works and now I discover she has still grow as an artist. Her reading of this poem, particularly poetic and intense, invites us to enter in an avulsed dimention, for discovering in ourself something of the dreamer Nathaniel. The cooperation with Pol offers moreover a very precious value added. Pol's lights, sounds and particles give to this art immersion a unique and unforgettable experience. I suggest you to read the whole Hoffmann's tale (you can find a link at the end of the note) or, if you are too busy, at least the pieces choosen by Noke for this first stage.
Good immersion
Simba Schuman
*****THE SANDMAN*****
(By E.T.A. Hoffmann)
http://www.fln.vcu.edu/hoffmann/sand_e.html
(Adaptation by Noke Yuitza)
NATHANEL TO LOTHAIRE
Certainly you must all be uneasy that I have not written for so long ...
... To be brief, this horrible occurrence, the painful impression of which I am in vain endeavoring to throw off, is nothing more than this - that some days ago, namely on the 30th of October at twelve o'clock noon, a barometer-dealer came into my room and offered me his wares. I bought nothing, and threatened to throw him downstairs, upon which he took himself off of his own accord.
Only circumstances of the most peculiar kind, you will suspect, and exerting the greatest influence over my life, can have given any import to this occurrence. Moreover, the person of that unlucky dealer must have had an evil effect upon me...
(...)
....A most frightful picture of the cruel Sandman became impressed upon my mind; so that when in the evening I heard the noise on the stairs I trembled with agony and alarm, and my mother could get nothing out of me but the cry, 'The Sandman, the Sandman!' stuttered forth through my tears. I then ran into the bedroom, where the frightful apparition of the Sandman terrified me during the whole night. ...
(...)
If I tell you, my dear friend, that the barometer-dealer was the accursed Coppelius himself, you will not blame me for regarding so unpropitious a phenomenon as the omen of some dire calamity. He was dressed differently, but the figure and features of Coppelius are too deeply imprinted in my mind for an error in this respect to be possible. Besides, Coppelius has not even altered his name. He describes himself, I am told, as a Piedmontese optician, and calls himself Giuseppe Coppola.
(...)
'Madman!' cried Nathaniel in horror. 'How can you have eyes? Eyes?' ...
'There - there - spectacles on the nose, those are my eyes - pretty eyes!' he gabbled, drawing out more and more spectacles, until the whole table began to glisten and sparkle in the most extraordinary manner.
A thousand eyes stared and quivered, their gaze fixed upon Nathaniel (...)
'Stop, stop, you terrify me!' and seized Coppola by the arm, as he searched his pockets to bring out still more spectacles, although the whole table was already covered.
Coppola gently extricated himself with a hoarse repulsive laugh; and with the words: 'Ah, nothing for you - but here are pretty glasses!' collected all the spectacles, packed them away, and from the breast-pocket of his coat drew forth a number of telescopes large and small. (....) He took up a little, very neatly constructed pocket telescope, and looked through the window to try it. Never in his life had he met a glass which brought objects so clearly and sharply before his eyes. Involuntarily he looked into Spalanzani's room; Olympia was sitting as usual before the little table, with her arms laid upon it, and her hands folded.
For the first time he could see the wondrous beauty in the shape of her face; only her eyes seemed to him singularly still and dead. Nevertheless, as he looked more keenly through the glass, it seemed to him as if moist moonbeams were rising in Olympia's eyes. It was as if the power of seeing were being kindled for the first time; her glances flashed with constantly increasing life. As if spellbound, Nathaniel reclined against the window, meditating on the charming Olympia. A humming and scraping aroused him as if from a dream.
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