"We speak nothing else but of ourselves."
It is without a doubt that this sentence from Lacan is at the hearth and origine of the monologue from portuguese choreographer and performer Nuno Lucas.
He will be alone on stage but he will recall characters who have haunted and haunt him by bringing them to the present. This piece is a playful and poetic dive into the inner space of our emotions. His grandmother for example, for her "peculiar diferent way of talking", his parents, girlfriends, friends, co-workers, partners this is the whole societal field of an immigrant who is living in Paris. But all of this will be transcended into a semantic field of lively words, that goes beyond just a neutral narrative, but rather a calling for the interiority of each spectator. He starts from simple situations, anecdotes that cannot avoid sending the audience to his own stories.
"I think that just like in the dreams that one talks to one's psychiatrist, most of the stories we experience are provoked by us for the unconscious purpose of telling them to others" he says. The act of sharing, then, at the origin of our actions, as the hidden engine, the reason that is at the heart of our actions.
I could write a song by Nuno Lucas
New Hand Lab, Covilhã, Portugal
an initiative by ASTA in the framework of festival contraDança