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Marta Pazos x papiroga

2025
There are sets that don't fade away when the curtain goes down.

They stay dangling in your retina, beating like a shared secret hellbent on passing through the theatre doors. This is the case with the universe of Marta Pazos, the director who paints the stage as if it were a canvas on fire: pinks that set classical ruins ablaze, greens that mutate from baroque palaces to futuristic jungles, blues that conceal masks at every turn, oranges that champ at the edges of the set for us to cross over to the other side. Always to the other side.

Today we open up that kaleidoscopic jewellery box and take it to our ears with four earrings, with four works turned into a jewel without losing their stageability. 

Sappho offers us a peony with eternal lovers.

Orlando unfolds a feather whose identity never ceases to transform.

The Audience constructs a blue maze of overlapping rectangles whose level hides a desire.

The Comedy exhorts us to tear down bourgeois conventions with its impetuous orange.

Each earring is a prop and a protagonist, a verse and a costume. A stage artefact designed to carry the performance on beyond the stalls.

Put them on and let the spotlights invent new shadows on your skin. May the word become matter, matter voice and the voice summon again the immortal ruins of Mérida, Woolf’s changing garden, Lorca’s impossible dispatch, the fluorescent box where everything is yet to be written. Because the theatre of Pazos doesn’t end with the applause. It spreads, it dissolves, it clings to the rhythm of those who inhabit it. These earrings are its encore, a second call to the stage, intimate and portable, so that the ceremony of art keeps on pulsating with you.

Scene by scene. Step by step. Gesture by gesture.