The Existence of the Mirrors
The workplace is a dream like structure in which themes such as birth, rebirth, decision, trust, identity, power, and desire emerge.
The symbolism also contributes to its dreamlike quality.
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Creation by Niyayesh Nahavandy
Performers: Camilla Paris,Niyayesh Nahvandy,Beatrice Manvati
Assistant: Karim Di Gennaro
Photography: Pietro Agostini and Mario Seguotti
"The Existence of the Mirrors"
Previewed for Coca Project 2021
Preview performance for the Padova Danza residence and Susanna Beltrami Academy, Italy
Exposed to
-Dancehaus, Milan, June 2021
-Teatro Quirino de Giorgio, Vigonza, Padua, September 2021 -Festival Exister Milano, October 2021
-Invited to the Hangarfest festival, September 2022
The Existence of the Mirrors is an immersive performance that delves into the dance of duality—where light and shadow, clarity and obscurity, self and other intertwine. The piece becomes a labyrinth of reflection, where each mirror reveals not just a face, but the fragmented layers of the soul. Through the interplay of movement, gesture, and symbolism, the performance illuminates the delicate balance between opposing forces that define our existence.
As performers engage with mirrors—both as objects and as metaphors—they navigate the space between two selves: one seen, one unseen; one known, one unknown. The mirrored surface becomes both a revelation and a distortion, a boundary that shifts between the real and the imagined. In this space, the performers move between worlds, where each gesture holds the weight of conflicting desires, identities, and choices.
The choreography unfolds as a meditation on this dual nature of being—where stillness and motion, presence and absence, coalesce into a single, ever-changing expression. The audience is invited to witness the tension between these forces, recognizing that within each of us lies a mirror that reflects both who we are and who we are yet to become.
In The Existence of the Mirrors, duality is not a conflict to be resolved but a truth to be embraced—an eternal dance of opposites, continuously transforming and revealing the layers of our shared humanity.
I hurried to the sun to come
it didn’t come
I ran after a frenzied entity
who disheveled auburn coloured hair
to the warm magic of her marble hip
for the sun to come
it didn’t come
I wrote on paper,on the wall,on stone and soil
for people to read
then come the sun
it didn’t come
I howled like a wolf
I ran into the womb of my time like a shout
torn day and night
for sun to come
it didn’t come
what a strange omen era
time was the owner of the dog and i was its dog
it expelled me from the house door
from the roof of loyalty
I jumped into the house
for the sun to come
it didn’t come
I slapped my face in the solitude (of closet)
when I came into the road
I took aim my two cheeks
which were like lava of steel toward the people
for the sun to come
it didn’t come
although my sobbing in dream,bitter dream
distressed to tired and sweet sleep of the world children
but I couldn’t weep
not in-front of a friend
nor in presence of a stranger
or in my solitude
couldn’t weep
for the sun to come
it didn’t come
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Reza Barahani
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