26 Mar When Dream become reality – Magic Flute Scenography – Atelier pre build
When Dream become reality - Magic Flute Opera Scenography - Atelier pre build...
When Dream become reality - Magic Flute Opera Scenography - Atelier pre build...
Investigating Die Zauberflöte scenography II 1st Act 3D Fast test Rendering for visual ...
Setting up a prototype of indescretion video installation scenography ...
Nothing always returns is the performin events in 2009 Le Collectif Ludwig Le collectif Ludwig réunit des artistes riches d’expériences multiples. Alliée à une forte complicité, la diversité de leur parcours nourrit leur travail en commun. Encourager une habileté de composition qui valorise l’aspect éphémère de la danse et...
Scenographic project for a Caosmos dance company - performance located at La Marrana • Arte Ambientale...
In collaboration with Cie chorégraphique Décadrages (Parigi/Francia) Les Echappées, comme un moment d'absence à soi-même où les personnages s'interrogent, fuient, se définissent ou se perdent Point d’impact entre l’interprète et l’image projetée Quand l’être se cherche, perdu ou rassemblé, faible ou immense, désinvolte et chaotique...
a show by Laura Balis art director Kiko Stella choreography Laura Balis, Paolo Baccarani, Paolo Rudelli with Paolo Baccarani, Antonio Calvetti, Melissa Mc Carten, Franco Reffo, Stefania Rossetti, Leonardo Cordero Matos and Midori Watanabe scenes Carlo Sala scenery assistant Elisabetta Pajoro, Maria De Marco costumes Carlo Sala and Paola Giorgi sound project Franco Maurina light design and video creation Paolo Rudelli stage manager Saverio...
Impromptus by Collective Ludwig dancers and choreography Thomas McManus, Christine Kono, Dimitris Kraniotis scenography / painting Augusto Pavanel light design and scenographic video device Paolo Rudelli year 2006...
[vc_row][vc_column width="1/2"][vc_accordion collapsible="" style="boxed_accordion"][vc_accordion_tab title="Author word" title_tag="h2"][vc_column_text]Extreme experience of my senses. I entrust my flesh to the movement. I expose it to a stoning of looks. I rest, opening, a uninterrupted stream. Body, frightened crowd, that in the depth of the marrow it transmutes into deafening poison. The talent of the ache,...