Zilvia Lizardo
Bienvenidos a la vitrina de mis creaciones. Siéntase libre de perderse. Me gusta escribir con imágenes, por eso me he dedicado paralelamente al montaje, que para mi es el arte de esculpir con el tiempo.
Welcome to the cabinet of my creations. Feel free to get lost. I like to write with images, that’s why I have dedicated myself in parallel to editing, which for me is the art of sculpting with time.
Advertencia: No todos los trabajos son coherentes. Todavía estoy haciendo el stio web.
Performance
«La casa no existe» is a story about immigration, the meaning of home that is often fragmented and needs to be repaired. Beside me at the piano, Quentin Delaplace breathes life into Philip Glass’s Mad Rush.
Simultaneously, I place the plates on the floor, upon which is inscribed a letter, coalescing to articulate the phrase, ¨La Casa no existe¨ its entirety.
As the plates rest on the ground, I recite phrases that echo the resonance of exile, a family sundered. With each uttered sentence in the tongue of my homeland and the language of my adopted abode, I break each plate.
Eventually, I invite the audience to fracture a plate, invoking a sentence that stirs the embers of ire or inner disintegration.
With the shards scattered across the floor, I then ask the audience to piece them together, thus reconstructing the narrative anew—forged with a different semblance, entwined with different souls, and tethered by different bonds.
El sol
arrastraba
a
penas
entre nubes
el aleteo
irrumpía
el plato roto
rodaba
entre chicharras
maníacas
un domingo
de semana.