Yama – 8 – The real
I wondered what I should be sharing with you, for this last email about Yama.
Should I tell you the premiere, the success, the enthusiasm and the anxieties, the full house, the emotion, mine and the spectator’s, the flowers on stage, the confrontation between the real and the dreamt.
Should I tell you the premiere, the success, the enthusiasm and the anxieties, the full house, the emotion, mine and the spectator’s, the flowers on stage, the confrontation between the real and the dreamt.
Should I, finally, describe the set, the threatening and familiar sky, the blackness in turn light and heavy, the cubes appearing, disappearing, framing and constraining, describing an omnipresent inner world.
Could I describe the powerful choreography, the possesed dancers, in a frenetic or slowed down in a wild race. What arose from the discussions between Noa and myself. My artistic work directly incorporated in the shape of the gauze and gypsum ritual ending the piece, my voice over the text that I wrote, the dancers
as a metaphor of life and dream, who never really exit the arena, without ever facing it either.
I wrote several drafts recounting the 9 months of work, the new life of Yama is now developing without me, the team, the lights, the music, the friends. But I prefer to show you the trailer created by Elad, it unveils part of it. I hope you will see it yourself, experiment it with your heart.
I will be back to Israel in April the 4th and the 5th, to create video pieces from the play. If you are around, come to share this moment with me.
Thank you for accompanying me.
