“Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold…”
― W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming
“Nothing is lost. . . Everything is transformed.”
― Michael Ende, The Neverending Story
We see images of ancient cities from before war: beautiful mosques, churches, schools, neighbourhoods… and then we see the same spectacles of humanity after devastating shelling and firefights. We build, we create, to destroy, to kill. This is our cycle, our Sisyphean fate. Over time, every glass cup formed will be smashed, every body born will decay, all order leads to disorder.
But somehow even knowing this end we keep forging, reforming. As we destroy, we build on top of our own detritus, a little further for our boulder to roll. However, somehow this holy mess opens us to those few instants we get where there is order, when creation crystallises for a moment and defies probability.
Pasta e Lava is this defiance. The work, comprised of both instant composition and set material, is the volatile ride through the parallel realities of two bodies creating and destroying. This duet is an open recipe that invites the audience to explore the weave between love and madness and chance.