ChoreoNotes
All About Eve

By Letty Bassart

There are moments in life which can only be characterized by one word: exhaustion.  In the depths of fatigue, the understanding that survival is not enough drives us to sing, conceive of the next detail, and forgive.  In those instances, the why’s shout more loudly than ever.

Had Eve been alive today, the world would have offered her a self-diagnostic, a series of computer-based questions that would identify our would-be villain/heroine as a connected strategic maven.  The same diagnostics would go on to explain the factors in the Garden that made it possible, even likely that she would engage in such a behavior.

Why did she take the first bite?  What motivates us to evolve?  Is it true that in times of war, men liken themselves to gorillas and women cultivate flowers?

Last month at the Here & Now festival presented by the Miami Light Project, Lucia Aratanha drank from a Hibiscus, washed her hands in egg yolks, and explained it is more difficult to be a “woman than a saint.”   I am certain that Laura Luna’s sculptures, graphic drawings, and Caridad del Cobre exhibited at Barry University would agree.

What drives us to the stage?  Is it love, faith, courage, responsibility, narcissism, fate, or vocation?  For some, it is the weight of the world that propels them forward.  Others are filled with the unrelenting urgency of its imminent demise.  There are those, who obsess about its re-direction; and several that opt to rest beneath its mossy exterior.