EDEN: Joyce DiDonato – The Circle, Part 2 (Cavalli: La Calisto, Act 1: "Piante ombrose”)
EDEN: Joyce DiDonato – The Circle, Part 2 (Cavalli: La Calisto, Act 1: "Piante ombrose”)
Cavalli's aria "Piante ombrose" narrates the final part of Joyce DiDonato's music video duology "The Circle", which illustrates the poignant message guiding her EDEN initiative. What a powerful force Nature is – even when suffering assaults, wars, and devastation, She always regenerates. Will we work in harmony with Her?
Through EDEN, Joyce DiDonato traces the timeless theme of nature across many eras of music. The album samples repertoire from diverse inspirations and time periods, all of which explore an aspect of humankind’s eternal relationship with nature. In Joyce's words, the selections of the program "have no boundaries – like a wild garden.”
Beyond the recording, the EDEN project encompasses a global tour of more than 45 venues across five continents, groundbreaking education programs, and multiple partnerships. This multi-faceted initiative is poised to make a long-term impact and legacy which asks each of us to consider this question: "In this time of upheaval, which seed will you plant today?”
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Joyce DiDonato, woman
Gaetan Palazzo, boy
Director: Aitor Padilla
Cinematography: Roman Ryzhko
Executive Producer: Joyce DiDonato
Producer: Elvira Pla
Makeup: De María
Stylist: Angel Cabezuelo
Video: Hashtag Art
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Piante ombrose,
Dove sono i vostri onori?
Vaghi fiori
Dalla fiamma inceneriti,
Colli, e liti,
Di smeraldi già coperti,
Or deserti,
Del bel verde, io vi sospiro:
Dove giro,
Calda, il piede, e sitibonda,
Trovo l’onda
Rifuggita entro la fonte,
Né la fronte
Bagnar posso, o ’l labbro ardente.
Inclemente:
Si chi tuona arde la terra?
Non più, Giove, ah non più guerra!
O shade-giving plants,
Where now is your beauty?
O lovely flowers,
Turned to ash by the flames,
And you hills and shores
Once covered in emerald
But now bereft
Of your fair greenery, I grieve for you:
Wherever I turn,
Hot and thirsty,
I find the streams
Have fled back to their source,
I cannot bathe
My brow, or my burning lips.
Does the god of thunder
So mercilessly scorch the earth?
No more, Jove, ah, no more war.
