“What can man’s wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense?”
Cordelia, in O Rei Lear, William Shakespeare

As soon as you enter, you start. It's barely gone, it's not over yet.

Going through a show of Vânia Rovisco is like running in all directions and finding the entire universe in a pore of skin.

It is recognizing through repetition, continuing to cohabit, the unfolding between four dignities: standing, lying down, sitting, walking a path. Four ways to fully be ourselves: Rovisco looks for what makes us feel at home in our bodies and what makes us travel the world. Asking about what afflicts, moves, dislocates, agitates, consoles. Questioning the regular gesture of stepping on the floor.

How do we move between tasks, and between senses if we are 23 years old, 5 years old, 47, 64?

What is it like to love, create, fail, diverge, listen or stop as action and as word? Where can’t they meet? Where and how do they merge?

Vânia Rovisco invites us to an immersive experience where each person is a fundamental piece of the wheel they choose.