Carolina Bianchi

A young lesbian finds her grandmother's eccentric WW2 lover living beneath a swimming pool.

Brésil, quelques années après l’abolition de l’esclavage. A la mort de leur dernière domestique noire, les trois femmes de la famille Soares sont complètement désemparées dans la ville de São Paulo qui se développe de manière vertigineuse. Incapables de s’adapter aux exigences de la métropole, Isabel et ses filles Maria et Ana s’isolent et s’abandonnent à la nostalgie d’une époque révolue. Parallèlement, Iná, ancienne esclave des Soares, arrive en ville avec sa famille et se trouve confrontée à une structure sociale qui n’a pas encore intégré les Noirs affranchis comme citoyens à part entière. Les délires de plus en plus réguliers d’Ana annoncent la tragédie qui plane sur tous les personnages.

Carolina Bianchi shares the stage with 16 men - actors, dancers and musicians - selected from a residency at the Oswald de Andrade Cultural Workshop in Bom Retiro, Sao Paulo. The show is an archaic study of passion, a sacrifice of bodies that do not deny their fluids: sweat, saliva, blood. With a dramaturgy organized in paintings, Wolf can be considered a moving painting. Performers form a chorus of crowd into extreme existence, in an unbridled sequence of actions / images: they run, fall to the ground, have sex with each other and recite Emily Dickinson's poems. The montage circulates in several languages, articulating text, dance, performance and theater.

From Germany to Israel, Sweden to Brazil, girls and women face up to their wants and desires - their passions past, and lovers present. A mix of laughter, tears and warm inside feels, come and enjoy these tales and fall in love with the stories upon her lips.

Carolina Bianchi shares the stage with 16 men - actors, dancers and musicians - selected from a residency at the Oswald de Andrade Cultural Workshop in Bom Retiro, Sao Paulo. The show is an archaic study of passion, a sacrifice of bodies that do not deny their fluids: sweat, saliva, blood. With a dramaturgy organized in paintings, Wolf can be considered a moving painting. Performers form a chorus of crowd into extreme existence, in an unbridled sequence of actions / images: they run, fall to the ground, have sex with each other and recite Emily Dickinson's poems. The montage circulates in several languages, articulating text, dance, performance and theater.