After one week of a lot of work, our performance "happened" yesterday and now nothing left of it.. Only memory...
I always found strange and sad this ephemeral "truth" of theatre and performance. But this is also what makes it magical. It makes it immortal, because time cannot touch it.
Being an architect, I have the experience of building something that lasts... (it actually lasts "forever" for the period of my life). And I have always been attracted by ruins: buildings but also objects that time has passed over them, leaving its trace on them. I like seeing the layers of time on the walls and on every material. This is the fate of the material world.
This doesn't exist in a performance. A performance is always young. It happens and it disappears. And this is what makes it unique amongst other arts.
Because this is the truth of life as well: Nothing lasts forever...
I always found strange and sad this ephemeral "truth" of theatre and performance. But this is also what makes it magical. It makes it immortal, because time cannot touch it.
Being an architect, I have the experience of building something that lasts... (it actually lasts "forever" for the period of my life). And I have always been attracted by ruins: buildings but also objects that time has passed over them, leaving its trace on them. I like seeing the layers of time on the walls and on every material. This is the fate of the material world.
This doesn't exist in a performance. A performance is always young. It happens and it disappears. And this is what makes it unique amongst other arts.
Because this is the truth of life as well: Nothing lasts forever...
