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Co ja tu robię w tym wszystkim? Czy ja też aby nie jestem szumem na fali współczucia, jaki świat artystyczny jednym zgodnym głosem głosi wobec Palestyny?? Jedyne co mam na swoje usprawiedliwienie, to to, że nie robię żadnego projektu, a jedynie próbuję wynaleźć jakiś nowy sposób ekspresji, którzy moi ‘Bad Boys' użyją w swoich własnym celu.
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Three days ago Jewish settlers killed a Bar Zeit university student. First they threw stones at cars riding to Ramallah, then fired at them. That's at least the news that Petra has brought from Ramallah. Petra teaches drama therapy sessions for kids at the theatre. 1.04.08 An invasion of artists at the theatre: filmmakers, aspirants, those who want to make a career on the politically correct Palestinian tragedy. Now I too run away, hiding from them. And I understand what Juliano told me in the car. But there are also those who really search, dig, talk. What am I doing in the midst of all this? Am I not but a noise on the wave of compassion that the art world preaches in unison towards Palestine? The only excuse I have is that I do no specific project here, just trying instead to invent a new means of expression that my Bad Boys will use for their own purposes. The Bad Boys are Nabeel - my alter ego, a great guy (depressed, though, in love with a Japanese girl and waiting in vain for a Japanese visa), you can say we do this workshop together. Delicate and strong at the same time. Then Yaseen, Rame - I have problems with him, he's like a stone, a big stone (he's a fatso). Qais, a wild animal, thin like a rake (his chest aches so he can't do all the exercises), Kastro and Kamal. What I do is aimed at translating words, sentences, phrases, stories into body language - bodily positions, gestures, sounds and movements. When they're ready, I'll ask them to tell stories from the second intifada. For now, we're learning the basics of body language. If someone's had a bad day, we're working on showing how bad it was. How to encapsulate a whole day or morning in a gesture, or in taking a run-up and bouncing off the wall, ‘cause such days happen too. We play translating the simplest words into gestures. This isn't easy for many reasons. What I have in front of myself is a group of proud Palestinian teenagers who've done a lot in their lives to never show precisely what I am asking them to show. They cherish a projected self-image that I'm trying to shatter. That they're cool, insolent, that they never show their emotions. Life has done a lot to let them know they should never be helpless and I'm asking them precisely to be helpless. They have trouble concentrating, being creative, anything. And they love violence, something we stumble over all the time.
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