In noughties Italy, the Bubble Gum choir performed a liberatory counterimage of the feminine. Today, Bacca’s chorus breathes new life into the ensemble of characters and an impermanent but continuo art piece.
“No” was my mother’s constant refrain. Every time I questioned her refusal to grant whatever request I had made that entailed being out of her presence, she responded with her favorite aphorism: “No means I love you.”
Silence chose me
I didn’t choose silence
silence immobilized me