Musical-dance mystery with the accompaniment of the drumming group Aries.
Premiere: 6.4. 2018, DFXŠ Ballet Ensemble
Music : Gabriela Vermelho
Libretto, direction, choreography : Alena Pešková
Sets: Richard Pešek jr.
Costumes: Monika Kletečková
A performance inspired by Taoist texts and philosophy that we bring into "our" space-time. The five human emotions: anger, joy, gloom, sorrow and fear. Their colours, sounds, smells, elements and mysterious numbers. Mystery, ritual, play, theatre... all enhanced by the musical accompaniment of the Aries drumming group.
The Last Leaf of the Chronicles of the Disappeared
...time has stopped again. For a moment, we could be aware of ourselves again. Everyone who was here had a meaning, a role to play...and now there was a brief respite, a pause...We were gathering strength for the next life, the shift, the performance...Now it was going to be every man for himself, just for a moment, maybe. Still, we were already resting each in our own "element", drying our costumes for the next "performance".
Wrath With spring, a sharp wind blew in from the east. Shouting into it was not enough. And so the wooden poles began to be hewn. The excuses for skirmishes and fights came and went like clouds in the sky. The women finally stood up to the men. But you can't harm a healthy liver, because those burdened with anger will only give birth to...
Joy: In its time, the heat came from the south, rising even to the heads at night. Some reminisced about the amazing Cabaret, others predicted a wonderful future...but all knew it had never been better and never would be! And so the fires burned, and open hearts overflowed with joy and laughter...until they needed to be stilled and closed...
Puzzlement: late summer brought fog and humidity. The rivers poured from their banks and wise men shut themselves up in sweet doubts and botanical greenhouses. Out of the mud grew reasons for reflection. Something had changed. Or at least...there was the chance.
Sorry: In the autumn, the earth dried up...too dry. Some packed their bags...some stayed. Rice was sown senselessly in the dry soil...but the landscape gave out only crosses. Tears with a metallic taste were swallowed.
Fear: Winter struck with unprecedented force, but the lake did not freeze over. Only the water was deathly cold. The only thing that froze was the tears. Supplies ran out. And the culprit had to be found. You had to (not) be afraid and point at someone before... someone pointed at you! Fanatical mob, trial and punishment. And then we found her...
Resurrection: There was silence for a while. And darkness too, though perhaps only that in the soul. We knew we could go back to the beginning. Play it all over again. For the thousandth time. Try it a little differently. Or... let her finally speak. She was clearly with us already. She wanted to express herself, she was just waiting for our permission. Quietly and humbly. She could have cancelled the whole thing, or made it worse - if you don't understand her, she's the one you're most angry about, happy about... afraid of... But somehow we suddenly knew she was offering herself to us in her purest form. When he kissed her he became infected first. And with each successive kiss, the contagion spread with incredible force. Eventually, there was no one left who didn't have HER in them. Our bodies then began to melt, to interpenetrate and disintegrate... The senses came alive, the Soul mirrored the heavens. And then nothing that could be described in words happened... we were taken away... by LOVE.