yo no sé crecer
yo no sé crecer (Dunno how to grow) is my first solo project. The first thing I believed in. It means something, it is something and it is mine, me, everything and everyone.
Fantasy is salvation, freedom, recognition. Fantasy makes unique, fantasy should prevail over horror. Crafting this from the stage itself, with no preparation, creating by feeling and listening to my deeper self, this, of this makes it a treasure.
I never know if I am an actor or not, but this is what I have to say, I finished it, I made it, it is small, but everything to me.
Synopsis
What is a cloudcatcher?
It is an idea, an image that exists in the mind of a little girl who doesn’t understand homework. It is born on its own, or read in a book—it hardly matters. Since the autumn of the year 2000, it has had texture. It is a fantasy, a game, an image; it is an unconscious act of rebellion against the questions: “What do you want to be, to do, to become when you grow up?”
Questions that could leave room for imagination, but don’t. The teacher does not allow it. Why is that fantasy so frightening?
I don’t know how to grow up questions education, invites us to dream, and speaks of a small voice we are not used to listening to, because of a world that moves too fast for us to stop and simply be ourselves.
themes
Childhood and the importance of allowing children to simply be children, to explore freely and without limits.
An education system that does not adapt to the needs of its pupils, that focuses on finishing the syllabus rather than teaching how to think and how to dream.
The importance of fantasy.
Growing up—or not quite managing to do so completely.
A desire.
The dilemma between fitting in by betraying your own nature, or refusing to fit in at all.
Link to my dossier in Spanish which is the language I wrote this monologue. Recently translated into Italian, which is my native language, but I plan on translating it into English and Portuguese.
Athmosphere
This is a true story with a touch of imagination. It is autobiographical and speaks about me, and about all those children who were never understood.
“Giulia is always looking out of the window when everyone else has finished.”
How could I possibly have explained to them that I was working, even back then?
This monologue is about dreaming, about the importance of imagination, about childhood and adulthood, and about how difficult it is to become who you truly are.
It is about not fitting in, about teachers who do not think, about the school system and the experience of learning itself.
I found inspirations in Rohal Dahl, Gianni Rodari, Nanni Moretti, Salinger, Ariosto and more.
I looked at many photos of my childhood, I read my school grades from primary school and middle school and finally, at all the clouds I have collected.
