From a spectator’s armchair
Triptych : It’s time that prints on wax
A spectacle that reborn senses in the manner of re-feel,
re-compose axis mundi.
Risen from water pass through different mediums to send
a silent message to the spectator (who becomes a contemplator,
a wheel of an engine which travels the atmosphere)
The air is heavy, the word has another chance to add to it’s
meaning : skin of motion powered by constant emotion played
mostly by ) uM_R.
Their work is more than a play, it is a process that overwhelms
our minds after seeing & hearing this visual story that combines
poetical gestures with light design and sounds of nature.Body
and voice are held inside a ceremony that involves much
concentration and intensity, non-verbal ways toexpress a ritual,
a prayer in the face of nature.
White - Infinity, Red - Deep passion, Green - Life of questions,
Blue - Faith in doubt, Black - the Negative.
A biological spectrum. Five colors which form and perfume our
life. So........
White - Color of explosion, divided objects, eruption, an intimate
relationship between body,line and shape, spiritual extension
inside an intense traffic of thoughts and circularity of hopes.
And Red - Color of tragic existence, life seen as death and vice
versa, a time when death invades life
Green - Fundamental quesions, the sense of colors, chromatic
dialogue, water healing, thirsty for colour, death of sounds,
memory of land, curse of doing, dice of “what is done”
And Blue - Vitality, metamorphosis, flame of doubt & faith
determine peel of genesis to be broken and creative impulse
is evoking the spirit of the ancients in a sphere that has no
temporality, just vibration, all disspearing
Black - measure Vain, describes immobility, freezing, coldness,
nothingness, boundaries of sounds, nonplus, locked feelings,
night of being, blackened souls, impossibility, duplicity,
obssesive loneliness, knowledge versus no answers,
contemplative stare, cosmic life, aspiration but a communal
destiny, reading what is written in the clouds, ontology area,
dynamic game of never - ever, possibility of total negation,
alternating spaces.
In the end of the poem a flower cycle closes the play’s door &
lets us alone with ourselves, in silent enigma.
These are lyrical shades that show MEMORYSEAL
(composed by Ursula Mawson-Raffalt & highlighted by
Anthony J.Faulder - Mawson)
thankyou and have a prolific time !
Vlad Dumitrescu-Petrica
Theatre Critic for the
Official Sibiu International Festival Magazine
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