THE TIME FOR TEARS IS OVER:
the great footbathing night

by
Paola Berselli & Stefano Pasquini

with
Paola Berselli, Maurizio Ferraresi, Gregorio Fiorentini, Rosa Massari, Stefano Massari, Stefano Pasquini,
Valentina Perrone, Claudio Ponzana, Giancarlo Sissa and the Ariette living and almost living animals

directed by
Stefano Pasquini

TEATRO DELLE ARIETTE - 2007

THE TIME FOR TEARS IS OVER is a project born from our work started in 2006.
It is a reflexion on evolution, transformation and changing, on the feeling of a beginning and an end, on relationships with the other living creatures (especially animals) and about the perception we have of all these things.
The debut of “Bestie” (Beasts) in July 2006, its travels through festivals and theatres led to a permanent event at our place in may 2007, which was a prelude to a moving experiment starting in the festival Volterrateatro (July 2007) and finishing in Mantua at Superior Lake (September 2007).
In Calais (France) this project took the form of a camp, under the chapiteau, where men and animals live together with games, dancing, reflexion, poetry, enjoyment, food and music.

The stands were:
The Cock Tail a bar with Greg
Eat? plen-air restaurant with Paola, Stefano and Maurizio

soft land music dj Ponz

Confess yourself to the Poet with the Poet

The Wonders Market with Rosa
The sentimental Zoo with the Ariette living and almost living animals
The Wheel of Fortune rich prizes in kind!
The Dream Room with Stefano Massari

and
"BESTIE": the court yard philosophical circus
with the Ariette living and almost living animals

Director’s notes

“Pick up everything ang go. Just keep what is absolutely necessary. We must travel lightly since we do not know how long the way is and where we go. Probably half of things you’ve taken will be useless and you will get rid of it. On your way, you’ll probably find out you don’t have what you need and you’ll have to invent it cause you don’t know now what is needed in the new world, since you have to invent the new world too. Right now you’re in the middle of the ford: cannot go back, it is dark in front of you.
After all, you don’t feel bad in such no man’s land, but be careful not to grow fond of it. The moment of boarding the Arch has come. The rain begins to fall.
Give a big party, everyone’s invited, and get rid of everything, dance, laugh, eat and play. Throw the laws away, we don’t need laws, We need feelings. Bring the animals and their stories with you. What you need is in their eyes. Bring your story too, but only that one, no things, no objects, no memories. If the rain stops one day, you’ll go out and re-invent the world. You’ll have to imagine it , build it, and care about it. The time for tears is over, no more complaints, those you were used to. The infinite lightness that is waiting for you is unknown. While you know well the fear that keeps you tight to the endless end.
The first drops are falling. It is dark outside, until your eyes can see. And sleeping doves. Closed in their sleep as eggs. As chrysalids. As stones layed in a dream. In the dark of a dream. In the dark, where things loose colours and get real, without reasons. In the dark, where the word is the seed of another grammar.”