The winter circus of the psyche
Here is the real man-object, the center of our gaze. Is the artist like a lamp? Well no: it is a lamp, literally, that illuminates what we see and invites us to look. Our innermost balance depends on what the balancer executes in the scene. This is no small matter. Maybe they are little thingsbut they are ours and our mental health and the future of the planet depend on them.
In this set of tiny, sideways things, we can see a deliberately demented (surreal) exploration of the scene’s mind and body. To get to the bottom of things, the viewer’s head is filled with everything that is erected in the empty theatrical space. The Catalan company Psyrc it plays with the homophony with the word “circus” with the big P of “psyche”, and makes the most artisanal developments of the body mental and fun. The circus has these things.
The circus has always been a box of nearby magic, which comes to life in the strangeness of the objects. The performer is one more and acts as a magic wand when he brings the rest to life, a key to the illusion. A little thingsthe screen acts as master of ceremonies. We are in a puppet theater that tells us about the world through gesture. We put our finger in the sore. With the work we reflect on identity, on the environmental crisis and on our programmed obsolescence if we do not act.
The company Psirc is a contemporary and personal circus, an animal of emotions born of small things that make you think. The craft is essential for an immersion that renounces any virtuosity that does not first have an end, a precise intention. Skills are there to say, to mean, to turn to as resources and a source of inspiration. They are there to create meaning. The psyche gives drama to what the body knows how to do so well. That’s why Psirc feeds on all kinds of tools, borrowed from other arts. The company gives life to the multiverse of a transversal, multidisciplinary and holistic discourse, as diverse – refuge of differences – as was the traditional circus that brought together races, species and knowledge.
Psirc members believe so. A after all they play with the structure of the literary genre of sagas. A My name is Hor they take us inside the platonic cave with humor, acrobatics and games of light and shadow to articulate a puppet theater in which we recognize our drama. A acrometry they take measurements of their own bodies and make poetry out of them. A little thingsa single performer, Adrià Montañacreates a circus mountain that combines objects, balances, light, words and clowns. In Psirc they are funny because they don’t want to be pedantic. And they are only pedestrians because they pedal: they go step by step and advance from the feet to the head.
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