Deborah Hay , Terence Mc Kenna
written on Monday, November 17th, 2008
Last weekend i saw the show And i sing for you of Deborah Hay in Paris. It is hard to describe the experience when you see something that comes so close to what you like on stage. The performance is a tribute to the beauty of performing. I never saw so beautiful and adequate performers, but they were not showing of with their skills, they just invited the public to look at them as intimately as possible in what they were doing. They were dancing and singing humans of flesh and blood. But they showed no heroism in the act of dancing. It made their dancing immediately funny, heart embracing and their timing on stage a virtuose play of understanding time and space. After the performance i had dinner with all of them, and i hardly could recognize them, Although i thought that they were so typically themselves in what they were doing, i found out, they were not, they just transformed into the other as if it was them. I was totally inspired, and hope i learned something for my own performing in the performance of latifa.
Another mind opener is the world of Terence Mc Kenna. Although i know his thoughts already for some time, i was surfing on the net looking for some inspiration, because I am writing a subsidy request, concerning frans and me, for the coming two years in the netherlands. I thought his ideas about change in the consciousnes come close to the things we want to do with ourselves and the public. I heard him say something like: “don’t believe in culture, culture kills your won mind, you must make art. And the only way we can live is to learn to discover the capacities of our mind. to become our own shamans, ar own artists.
Life is beautiful, isnt it.
in the kitchen with eric at his place in berlin. he just was in baku with his lover where he found these two jolly good fellows dancing and making music at the same time. Perhaps it is a couple of a man and a woman now i look at the picture. but i only could imagine that they were a male couple.
