dimanche 5 septembre 2010

after the premiere...


it took me 2 days to get less pressure from this premiere.
there was a small audience, may be 20 personnes that we know from the little micro-work-art- business and some others artistes, friends and closed to the compagny. thanks they were here to be gentles and tenders. as i mention before, the subject is hard, as soon as i will have some pictures, i will put them online, nobody took any pictures, there was like a tension in the air.
Edith, the dancer did very well. the decor and lightings, sounds and words very precise. everyone was a bit shaky especially me. i could not say a few words and my hands were shaking when i had to press the button of the ipod! don't want to do it again, i mean press the button...
the morning and lunch time were very friendly, warm up class'es very relax, lightcheking very good. edith is very professionnal and she have an excellent bodymemory. her body is different now that she had a babyboy and she brings maturity in the work. she is a brillant dancer, very emotional.
in the audience, a few mens... more womens. after the 20 minutes of the little red dress, Drean and Joce show a second part, a poem called the purple of spirit (or mind).
it is a very sad poem. for sure, we are not showing relaxing things, we are talking about awfull subjects that everyone don't want to ear about.
after , everyone tried to talk, words are not coming and when they come, you can not say : i like it. you feel like your do'nt like it.
so here is coming this : as an artist do you want people to like your work ?
i am thinking of some comments from a young women who said : i don't like it, i d'ont like what it does to me, it is too much violent and almost true. it did contract my body, make me feel like almost seek.

so in my head, i know that the work is true. we are at the point where art can be so real.
edith is dancing alone in a white dress that become red with lighting, she draw some faces on the floor saying that she doen't like to play the doctor's game. she prefer hyde herself under the table. then, she stand up and dance because a voice told her to do it. there is music, an old disco horrible poison for the ears. she finish her dance on the sofa, a red sofa. and the hand becomes hawfull, palping her. then she takes poses, contract herself in the pose and release in the pose. repaet it more more fast, many times.
she stand up, back to the audience, taking off her top, dirty in her mind...
when she stand up, she wants to fiht to resist, mouvements are fights, music is playing, she turns some times to the audience, she jumps on the floor like if she was beatten. then she sit and do the smae pose form the sofa, on the floor.
the voice come back giveng her " adjustments"" do this , turn, faster, slower, yes better..."
she give up, staying on the floor, waiting before goind under the table...
we show only this part, not the end.. we have to work the end and make it with a touch of hope and hapinness, brings some hope is important.
here is my post, a bit like a confession about how is it after the red dress.
next performance is on wenesday, it will also be my birthday. i have to meditate for be ready and be strong.
for this work, we have to accept that audience can't smile after see it.
but we can be proud of us and be sure that we do a work that can be usefull for the society.
i really thanks the red dress team, without them, the project will not exist.

the picture is from

bangalore art museum... i took this picture in january.
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