Olhando as fotos do showcase do projeto no Facebook, resolvi escrever umas linhas. Acho que não escrevi o suficiente durante o desenvolvimento do trabalho. Não foi falta de tentativa. Senti que me envolvi tanto, que não achava palavras para expressar os meus sentimentos. As fotos ainda me provocam emoção após quase um mês do encerramento. Foi um momento mágico, único, conhecer pessoas tão incríveis que cumpriram um grande desafio com maestria e dedicação.
Um dos pontos altos para mim foi o dia das danças no CTG Fronteira Aberta. A troca foi fantástica, um clima amistoso e interessante. Como gosto das nossas tradições e conheci um pouquinho das tradições escocesas, esperava com ansiedade esse encontro. E não me decepcionei. Fiquei bastante emocionada com tudo o que aconteceu.
E então, o dia final, a apresentação, o showcase. A responsabilidade de ajudar nos bastidores. A dança é a deixa... 10 minutos para arrumar tudo. 200 metros correndo. Sobe, abre o carro, tira o material. Tudo tem que ser colocado no lugar certo - caixa de som, tintas, pincéis, mochila, garrafa, cortinas, flores, paus... e há duas pessoas pra fazer isso. 5 minutos e o povo vem chegando. Tudo pronto. Não, não deu tempo de colocar os pauzinhos debaixo da árvore.. Liga o som, sai, avisa que vai colocar os pauzinhos na árvore, sai correndo, abre o carro, tira os pauzinhos, coloca embaixo da árvore, volta correndo antes de acabar a música para desligar o som... (cadê a garrafa?) Sai correndo, aponta onde ficou a garrafa, volta a tempo de desligar o som. Ufa!
Não consigo assistir a tudo direito. Também não apareço na frente do público. Não importa. Faço o possível para que os responsáveis maiores pela apresentação consigam efetivá-la a contento. E creio que foi o caso. Ganhar a confiança do grupo não é fácil, mas, uma vez conseguida, não tem preço. Isso importa.
Gosto de pensar que o projeto transformou a cidade. Pode não ser verdade, ou pode ser exagero, mas tenho certeza de que, naqueles dias em que um grupo de forasteiros perambulou pela fronteira fazendo coisas estranhas, alguém abriu um sorriso, alguém sentiu algo diferente, alguém teve uma experiência incomum.
Encerro com os olhos marejados. Como eu disse para o grupo na avaliação de encerramento, esse trabalho pode não ter mudado a minha vida profissional, mas certamente um pedacinho de cada um vai ficar aqui dentro mantendo aqueles momentos inesquecíveis. As brasas não vão se apagar.
Gracias, Fronteiras Theatre Lab, pela oportunidade.
"Beyond the border there's threat and seduction"
So Saturday afternoon arrived with a clear sky, scorching sun, and a decent number of people who turned up for the performance. One advantage of being in a place that is more relaxed about all sorts of licensing is that everything is easier, therefore being allowed to perform in the Park and the old market steps was just a matter of a phone call to the Tourism Director of Livramento and a quick visit to the Culture Director of Rivera, who both OK'd our occupation. They also said yes to the installations we wanted to set up, wrapping the Obelisk in wool, painting one of the steps and hanging lots of kites on a centennial tree. No paperwork or money required, just smiles. A disadvantage of this lack of formality is that everyone else is entitled to do the same. And on a sunny Saturday afternoon it was only natural that a few different groups had plans to use the Park.
Firstly, I stopped by a fruit stall set up by local farmers by the Obelisk in the morning, just to let them know that at around 3.40pm there would be a performance there and to invite them to watch it. More of a courtesy just to let them know we would be prancing past their stall and probably scaring their customers away. They were fine with it.
Secondly, I found out there was a group of cyclists planning to meet and set off on a tour from near the Obelisk. I located some of them and informed them about the performance too, and warned them that there would be bits of wool stretched everywhere around the Obelisk and it was probably not a good idea to cycle through it as they might get decapitated. They thanked me for the advice.
Then, as our audience started to arrive, Louisa pointed out what looked like a religious group gathering and sitting on the base of the Obelisk. I went up to speak to them and kindly ask them to move, but when I got closer I realised these were the family and friends of one the taxi drivers that were murdered in Livramento last month. They were getting together for a memorial march. I couldn't just shift them out of the way. I found one of the organisers and just explained we would be doing a performance, apologising for not knowing about the march before hand. I was told they would be leaving soon and going down the High Street in Livramento towards the church and would be out of the way before we arrived at the Obelisk. We were both happy our groups wouldn't clash, so I went back and started organising the audience on the steps between the Fountain and the Obelisk.
Thus, having negotiated with most of the other groups using the Park that day, we started our performance. The audience seemed a bit unsure at the very start, kind of shy to integrate the chorus that would awaken Gwen's Free Spirit. Encouraged by myself, Pat and Julia, they eventually joined in and realised this was not going to be a "just-sit-and-watch" type of show. The Spirit was summoned and stepped out of the Fountain, was given her accordion and cajoled by Eli's character to play us a lovely tune. We got the party started and moved up towards the Obelisk led by all performers with the help of Julia's dance with the boleadeiras. The space was clear when we got there and we could perform the ritual of creating borders and binding the otherwise Free Spirit without problems.
That said, there's always lots of risks and unpredictability when you're performing outdoors. Turns out the memorial march stopped halfway through crossing the street for a minute of silence followed by a moment of prayer, which unfortunately happened right when we were happily crossing the street singing, dancing and clapping...! We had an incredibly awkward dilemma for a split second between not letting our energy drop and respecting their moment of prayer, and some of the group went with the first option, some chose the second and something as simple as crossing the street became a rather messy action. I would like to publicly apologise to the marchers and say that it really wasn't our intention to interrupt their memorial.
We picked up our rhythm again after turning the corner and walking past the market up to the steps. We had gathered a following amongst the market vendors by this point and it was great to take our audience past them to cheers, clapping, wolf-whistling and calls of "Arriba Escocia!". Louisa was already in position to start her score and Pat was still finishing the setup of Alice's tree. The timing was just perfect and the audience never noticed the stage management moving up and down the street like mad. Another challenge we had to face up there was the tour buses. There was a wall of parked coaches along the steps with the engines running ready to depart as soon as the Saturday shoppers returned carrying their fleeces, booze, TVs, air conditioners, cosmetics, etc., acquired at the duty free shops of Rivera. I had to sneak past the audience and have a word with the bus drivers to ask them to turn the engines off for a few minutes, and although they took a little longer than I expected, they agreed eventually and sat back to watch the show too.
This is when I noticed our audience had grown. A few people must have followed us from the streets, the Culture Director of Livramento had turned up with a camera, and the locals living in the area had come out to their balconies and windows to watch, as well as the returning shoppers, the car watchers and shop attendants. It was a great feeling which also invaded the performers and gave them a big injection of positive energy much needed after walking through the memorial march. We moved from Louisa's piece to Jessie's, and I watched with delight as a man standing in front of me constantly commented the piece with his wife, almost narrating the story, immediately reacting to the things happening to the character. After Jessie, Sarah took over and delivered a very strong and brave performance which drew impressed comments from a few audience members. Finally, we reached the beautiful tree at the top of the steps where Alice and her kites were and finished the performance with a generous measure of lyricism.
I am incredibly proud of the Explorers, including Julia (who participated on the workshops and featured briefly but beautifully in the final piece) and Bia (who took part in some of the initial exchanges, but due to other commitments couldn't be there for the showcase), and all the kids who took the workshops with Eli and were always keen to contribute with the piece. I heard lots of encouraging and excited feedback from the audience members, including Michel, Tanise and the Culture Director, Mr. J. N. Canabarro, who is an actor himself. The Photo Club of Livramento arranged to have their meeting there to shoot our piece, and their lovely photos can be seen here.
I'll leave it here for now, and will post again in a couple of days to share some of the notes we discussed after a long feedback session, as well as information on what happens next. Thanks for reading this far, and please bear with us for a few more days. ;)
Firstly, I stopped by a fruit stall set up by local farmers by the Obelisk in the morning, just to let them know that at around 3.40pm there would be a performance there and to invite them to watch it. More of a courtesy just to let them know we would be prancing past their stall and probably scaring their customers away. They were fine with it.
Secondly, I found out there was a group of cyclists planning to meet and set off on a tour from near the Obelisk. I located some of them and informed them about the performance too, and warned them that there would be bits of wool stretched everywhere around the Obelisk and it was probably not a good idea to cycle through it as they might get decapitated. They thanked me for the advice.
Then, as our audience started to arrive, Louisa pointed out what looked like a religious group gathering and sitting on the base of the Obelisk. I went up to speak to them and kindly ask them to move, but when I got closer I realised these were the family and friends of one the taxi drivers that were murdered in Livramento last month. They were getting together for a memorial march. I couldn't just shift them out of the way. I found one of the organisers and just explained we would be doing a performance, apologising for not knowing about the march before hand. I was told they would be leaving soon and going down the High Street in Livramento towards the church and would be out of the way before we arrived at the Obelisk. We were both happy our groups wouldn't clash, so I went back and started organising the audience on the steps between the Fountain and the Obelisk.
Thus, having negotiated with most of the other groups using the Park that day, we started our performance. The audience seemed a bit unsure at the very start, kind of shy to integrate the chorus that would awaken Gwen's Free Spirit. Encouraged by myself, Pat and Julia, they eventually joined in and realised this was not going to be a "just-sit-and-watch" type of show. The Spirit was summoned and stepped out of the Fountain, was given her accordion and cajoled by Eli's character to play us a lovely tune. We got the party started and moved up towards the Obelisk led by all performers with the help of Julia's dance with the boleadeiras. The space was clear when we got there and we could perform the ritual of creating borders and binding the otherwise Free Spirit without problems.
That said, there's always lots of risks and unpredictability when you're performing outdoors. Turns out the memorial march stopped halfway through crossing the street for a minute of silence followed by a moment of prayer, which unfortunately happened right when we were happily crossing the street singing, dancing and clapping...! We had an incredibly awkward dilemma for a split second between not letting our energy drop and respecting their moment of prayer, and some of the group went with the first option, some chose the second and something as simple as crossing the street became a rather messy action. I would like to publicly apologise to the marchers and say that it really wasn't our intention to interrupt their memorial.
We picked up our rhythm again after turning the corner and walking past the market up to the steps. We had gathered a following amongst the market vendors by this point and it was great to take our audience past them to cheers, clapping, wolf-whistling and calls of "Arriba Escocia!". Louisa was already in position to start her score and Pat was still finishing the setup of Alice's tree. The timing was just perfect and the audience never noticed the stage management moving up and down the street like mad. Another challenge we had to face up there was the tour buses. There was a wall of parked coaches along the steps with the engines running ready to depart as soon as the Saturday shoppers returned carrying their fleeces, booze, TVs, air conditioners, cosmetics, etc., acquired at the duty free shops of Rivera. I had to sneak past the audience and have a word with the bus drivers to ask them to turn the engines off for a few minutes, and although they took a little longer than I expected, they agreed eventually and sat back to watch the show too.
This is when I noticed our audience had grown. A few people must have followed us from the streets, the Culture Director of Livramento had turned up with a camera, and the locals living in the area had come out to their balconies and windows to watch, as well as the returning shoppers, the car watchers and shop attendants. It was a great feeling which also invaded the performers and gave them a big injection of positive energy much needed after walking through the memorial march. We moved from Louisa's piece to Jessie's, and I watched with delight as a man standing in front of me constantly commented the piece with his wife, almost narrating the story, immediately reacting to the things happening to the character. After Jessie, Sarah took over and delivered a very strong and brave performance which drew impressed comments from a few audience members. Finally, we reached the beautiful tree at the top of the steps where Alice and her kites were and finished the performance with a generous measure of lyricism.
I am incredibly proud of the Explorers, including Julia (who participated on the workshops and featured briefly but beautifully in the final piece) and Bia (who took part in some of the initial exchanges, but due to other commitments couldn't be there for the showcase), and all the kids who took the workshops with Eli and were always keen to contribute with the piece. I heard lots of encouraging and excited feedback from the audience members, including Michel, Tanise and the Culture Director, Mr. J. N. Canabarro, who is an actor himself. The Photo Club of Livramento arranged to have their meeting there to shoot our piece, and their lovely photos can be seen here.
I'll leave it here for now, and will post again in a couple of days to share some of the notes we discussed after a long feedback session, as well as information on what happens next. Thanks for reading this far, and please bear with us for a few more days. ;)
Performance day
Here we are, going to the conclusion. Today will be the climax of the project, with the showcase. The explorers will be presenting some of what they learnt, saw and felt about the border in the past three weeks condensed in a small piece of work.
The community is invited to watch the presentation, which is scheduled to start at 3:30 pm. For me, it will be a good experience as a production assistant. The rehearsal yesterday was hard!
Today I hope everything will go smoothly and well until the end. Artists are prepared, props are almost ready. Now it is just a matter of controlling nerves.
The community is invited to watch the presentation, which is scheduled to start at 3:30 pm. For me, it will be a good experience as a production assistant. The rehearsal yesterday was hard!
Today I hope everything will go smoothly and well until the end. Artists are prepared, props are almost ready. Now it is just a matter of controlling nerves.
Creation
So, it's safe to say this week has been extremely busy! Monday and Tuesday were our free creation days for us to finally get together as a group and find out what everyones ideas were. It was great to finally express how we all felt about this unique environment we've been staying in and what images we wanted to explore and expand. As to be expected, everyone came up with fantastic ideas which we all agreed should have a place within our final showcase, although this has been difficult and required a lot of compromise. As we discussed further we discovered that some people wanted to work with a few others and some on solo pieces. What we have managed to put together is a selection of all our ideas which show the wide range of our creative talents as a group.
I loved the images we captured of the trees breaking through a physical concrete border which had been placed around them and I really wanted to work on developing these images into a physical solo piece. I also had the idea to include paint into my piece and this is an idea I am working on in order for it to be part of my final performance.
I always like to do some research myself when choreographing any physical movement as it helps me focus on the intensions behind the choreography. I looked into the cycle of a tree and the length of time each step takes. I also like to work with many different images, and although the ones I took myself were the original inspiration I found several more to accompany these.
I loved the images we captured of the trees breaking through a physical concrete border which had been placed around them and I really wanted to work on developing these images into a physical solo piece. I also had the idea to include paint into my piece and this is an idea I am working on in order for it to be part of my final performance.
I always like to do some research myself when choreographing any physical movement as it helps me focus on the intensions behind the choreography. I looked into the cycle of a tree and the length of time each step takes. I also like to work with many different images, and although the ones I took myself were the original inspiration I found several more to accompany these.
I loved this image of a tree growing into the shape of it's environment, the idea that it has accepted it's fate to be trapped by a border surrounding it. It knows it will never be free so has chosen to bloom in the small domain that it has been allowed. This image is the opposite to the nature which grows in Rio Grande do Sol, as the trees here have broken free from their border and grow organically. This mirrors the feeling in both Rivera and Livramento, as cities take no notice of the border which has been placed between them. Everyone comes and goes freely in this place as it feels natural and works for this environment. I am looking forward to the showcase coming together as we have all worked hard to develop our ideas.
Other than working hard every day, we have had a quite a bit of fun as always. On Wednesday night Flavia's brother Marcelio invited us to his house for a huge BBQ, and when I say huge I mean 17kg of meat! Now, i'm not the biggest fan of beef but it was all delicious and it was nice to sing some songs while others played the guitar till the wee hours of the morning!
Yesterday, we had a tour of a local vineyard, had a wine tasting, then a free lunch! Also, not the biggest fan of wine, but I really enjoyed getting out to the country and walking in the sun. It's been great getting to try lot's of new experiences with the group.
Today we worked more on the final showcase and you can tell the group is very tired, but i'm sure with an early night tonight and the excitement of tomorrow the showcase will be a great success! We have already attached a lot of attention for local shop owners who have been watching as this week has progressed. This week really has been packed, but i'm looking forward to our final performance, and getting to enjoy a few days before we need to make the VERY long journey back to Edinburgh!
Fingers crossed all goes well!
L
Awakening the Free Spirit of the Border
We are now working on our showcase piece. As always, I wish we had a lot more time and money in order to fully realise the potential of the fantastic ideas the group has come up with.
We will be performing between the Fountain at the International Park and some steps on the way up to Cerro do Marco, one of the low hills that sit right on the border. Ironically, we'll be right outside the Rivera Theatre, but not going in. This has nothing to do with not being able to use it as a venue, let me make that clear, but rather because we wanted to do site-specific work and use the borderline itself as our space.
We are tired. We are also hungover, I'm not going to lie. People keep inviting us for brilliant dinner parties and wine tastings (gotta love the small town celebrity life). We are arguing more as it's natural that at this stage people get more passionate about their ideas. We are worried as the project heads towards its end and we start thinking about what comes next. Some of us are going back to the dayjobs, some of us are going forward to other performing jobs and some of us don't really have a plan. I have received my letter of refusal from the UK Border Agency, informing me that I don't fit the Arts Council England's criteria for an Exceptional Talent visa and therefore can't return to Scotland after this. In a twisted way, I'm glad that this happened during this project. Firstly, because I am surrounded by people who love and support me, otherwise opening that letter would have been a lot messier. Secondly, because I still have something positive to focus on for a few more days. Thirdly, because it's beautifully ironic. I haven't let the news sink in properly yet and I want to be able to finish this project with some good energy. Next week won't be kind to me when I take my fellow Explorers to the airport in Porto Alegre, wave goodbye and stay behind.
This has inevitably influenced the work we are developing now and this afternoon we'll be working with the characters and pieces that came about this week as a result of the whole process and recent events. Gwen has created this lovely character that we have called The Free Spirit of the Border. Eli is working with a bunch of local school children to create an orchestra of makeshift musical instruments. Louisa and Alice have been preparing installation pieces with movement, poems, paint and kites. Jessie is going to embody the struggles one goes through at border control, and Sarah has created a powerful warrior inspired by Antigone who will show the opposition between natural and man-made borders.
The next 2 days and a half will be of constant, solid work. I've given the girls some time to elaborate on their pieces earlier this afternoon and I'm now off to see where they're at and help smooth transitions and solve problems. We are tired, we are hungover, we are arguing and we are worried. Is it worth it? I'll leave you with an image (taken by local photographer Juliana Freitas) from last Saturday's barter session and you decide.
We will be performing between the Fountain at the International Park and some steps on the way up to Cerro do Marco, one of the low hills that sit right on the border. Ironically, we'll be right outside the Rivera Theatre, but not going in. This has nothing to do with not being able to use it as a venue, let me make that clear, but rather because we wanted to do site-specific work and use the borderline itself as our space.
We are tired. We are also hungover, I'm not going to lie. People keep inviting us for brilliant dinner parties and wine tastings (gotta love the small town celebrity life). We are arguing more as it's natural that at this stage people get more passionate about their ideas. We are worried as the project heads towards its end and we start thinking about what comes next. Some of us are going back to the dayjobs, some of us are going forward to other performing jobs and some of us don't really have a plan. I have received my letter of refusal from the UK Border Agency, informing me that I don't fit the Arts Council England's criteria for an Exceptional Talent visa and therefore can't return to Scotland after this. In a twisted way, I'm glad that this happened during this project. Firstly, because I am surrounded by people who love and support me, otherwise opening that letter would have been a lot messier. Secondly, because I still have something positive to focus on for a few more days. Thirdly, because it's beautifully ironic. I haven't let the news sink in properly yet and I want to be able to finish this project with some good energy. Next week won't be kind to me when I take my fellow Explorers to the airport in Porto Alegre, wave goodbye and stay behind.
This has inevitably influenced the work we are developing now and this afternoon we'll be working with the characters and pieces that came about this week as a result of the whole process and recent events. Gwen has created this lovely character that we have called The Free Spirit of the Border. Eli is working with a bunch of local school children to create an orchestra of makeshift musical instruments. Louisa and Alice have been preparing installation pieces with movement, poems, paint and kites. Jessie is going to embody the struggles one goes through at border control, and Sarah has created a powerful warrior inspired by Antigone who will show the opposition between natural and man-made borders.
The next 2 days and a half will be of constant, solid work. I've given the girls some time to elaborate on their pieces earlier this afternoon and I'm now off to see where they're at and help smooth transitions and solve problems. We are tired, we are hungover, we are arguing and we are worried. Is it worth it? I'll leave you with an image (taken by local photographer Juliana Freitas) from last Saturday's barter session and you decide.
Uma revisão da mídia
Muita coisa aconteceu por aqui desde que cheguei. A ideia era escrever mais seguido, mas a cada dia uma atividade diferente preenchia o tempo, e o cansaço e a vontade de relaxar à noite acabaram por me deixar sem posts.
Antes de colocar minhas impressões sobre o que vem acontecendo, resolvi dar uma passada geral na cobertura de mídia que o projeto recebeu, apenas como um registro. No primeiro dia, o grupo foi recebido na RCC FM para uma entrevista no programa do meio-dia. Na terça, gravação de um programa na televisão de Rivera, a TV Diez.
O jornal A Plateia também reservou espaço para os nossos exploradores em uma matéria exclusiva. Além de uma pequena chamada para a permuta acontecida no sábado que passou.
E hoje, da cidade onde tudo começou, o Edinburgh Spotlight repercute o projeto aqui.
Antes de colocar minhas impressões sobre o que vem acontecendo, resolvi dar uma passada geral na cobertura de mídia que o projeto recebeu, apenas como um registro. No primeiro dia, o grupo foi recebido na RCC FM para uma entrevista no programa do meio-dia. Na terça, gravação de um programa na televisão de Rivera, a TV Diez.O jornal A Plateia também reservou espaço para os nossos exploradores em uma matéria exclusiva. Além de uma pequena chamada para a permuta acontecida no sábado que passou.
E hoje, da cidade onde tudo começou, o Edinburgh Spotlight repercute o projeto aqui.
Y empezamos a crear!!!
Día del libro! Desde aquí, mi pequeño homenaje.
Nuestra Balloons Orchestra va cogiendo forma y se va superando cada día. Hoy la hemos puesto en práctica delante de los alumnos del Instituto Rivera. Hemos contestado a sus preguntas y charlado un rato con ellos.
El cansancio hace mella. Las sesiones de trabajo junto a los calurosos días van dejándonos sin horas. El tiempo se acaba. Esta extraordinaria experiencia va llegando a su fin. Me surgen centenares de preguntas... pero aún no quiero saber las respuestas. Ahora quiero disfrutar del tiempo que me queda porque ha llegado el momento de la creación, ese momento que todo artista ansía.
Un remanso de paz ha llegado a mi corazón y recargado mis pilas cuando hemos subido de nuevo al pilar I. Un lugar que se ha convertido en especial para algunas de nosotras. Gwen ha cogido su acordeón y ha subido arriba para cantarnos sus canciones. Nosotras a su alrededor hemos girado durante unos minutos sintiendo el calor del dorado sol de mediodía y ofreciendo nuestras almas al lindo paisaje, a esa grandiosa vista que se pierde por el horizonte y que tanto voy a recordar.
Al igual que voy a recordar a los alumnos de Tanise (P com P) por el rato tan agradable que no han hecho pasar esta tarde. Hoy hemos sido su especial público. Nos entretuvieron con algunos de sus trabajos y nos hicieron reír con su gracia y su energía. Seguid así chicos! Da gusto encontrarse a chavales con esas ganas de hacer teatro.
Day 6 and 7: CTG and International Park
53 Years Preserving the Gaucho Tradition. Notice. Men: Entering with guns, or wearing hats, caps or berets indoors is prohibited. Women: Dancing with low-cut, see-through and/or crop tops, and/or miniskirts is prohibited.
More photos of gaucho girlies.
Former heads of the CTG
Their long shelf of awards and trophies from dance competitions.
CTG's unfinished back room.
Finished kitchen.
Drinks menu. Why ski? (When you can dance.)
Growing towards the sun.
The mega-fountain in International Park.
Sarah taking a photo of Louisa in International Park.
We ran into Marcelio, a friend of Michel Croz (one of our workshop leaders) in the park, and identified him as someone who'd be interested in our project since he was wearing a "Riveramento" shirt, a name that combines the cities on either side of the border.
Random building on the Uruguayan side of the park. This is the only park in the world that is run jointly by two countries. Both Brazil and Uruguay are responsible for maintaining their own half of the park, including stone tiled paths that mark the border.
Virgin Mary statue by Jose' Belloni (famous Uruguayan sculptor) that straddles the border, with Brazilian and Spanish inscriptions.
City(cities) map.
The "X" marks the you-are-here spot, with a dotted red line marking the border.
Another horse and cart pic, taken around the corner from Flavia's house.
Socializing after dinner, with wine, wafers, computers, phones and cards.
Our food comes from the hospital down the street, which is a bit bland, but not bad. It was served in these huge circular containers (which are heavy to carry and a pain to wash) until we bought some large tupperwares. Now we get our rice and beans and veg and meat and soup for 10 in those.
Decisiones
Llegamos a la recta final. La ultima semana de nuestro proyecto. Hoy reflexion grupal sobre ideas, espacios y temas a tratar en nuestra performance final. Paseo vespertino por los lugares mas significativos para nosotras y conversaciones sobre como enfocar el show.
Trabajo gratificante, pues una de las cosas que todas tenemos en comun es lo llamativo que nos resulta ver a la gente cruzar las ciudades de un lado a otro sin plantearse en que pais estan. Porque no solo cambia uno de ciudad, sino que tambien cambia de pais.
Diferentes colores y formas hacen de la linea central un espacio especial, diverso, lleno de contrastes absurdos que solo la burocracia de cada pais puede explicar y que embelesan a las miradas forasteras.
Desde el cerro del Marco las ciudades se divisan con calma, con las alargadas sombras del atardecer, con cierto silencio ensordecedor que camufla ese caos organizado que metros mas abajo reina. Ese ir y venir de la gente...
Pero conforme te adentras en las ciudades, alejándote de la frontera virtual, las diferencias se van haciendo evidentes. Cada ciudad muestra su carácter y a cada calle que pisas encuentras diferencias abismales. Los comercios, los vecinos, el tránsito. Todo va marcando su identidad diferenciándose a cada esquina.
Es la otra cara de la moneda. La parte en la que uno necesita, de manera inconsciente, de sus orígenes para poder avanzar. La que nos hace ser quienes realmente somos para poder mezclarnos.
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