Robert Wilson leads an international troupe along the dreamlike shores of Fernando Pessoa's poetry.
Robert Wilson leads an international troupe along the dreamlike shores of Fernando Pessoa's poetry. A blue sky and red suns. Black cypresses and a small white boat. Silhouetted shadows and fantastical animals. A sentence in English: « I know not what tomorrow will bring. » And this little man in a suit with his glasses, his mustache and his hat, sitting on the edge of the stage: Fernando Pessoa as he is through his many heteronyms – his other selves. He watches us, from the far distance of the life he watches pass by, as if from the bank of a river where restless beauty is born from the infinity of the instant. Robert Wilson is the master of that instant, approaching it as a painter of sensations. Childhood and death, dream and awakening entwine in his mischievous and secret opus, which brings together the waves of languages and silence, music hall and poetry, shadow and light. He reminds us that “many are those who live within us.” Brigitte Salino
Source: paris.fr — photo: LUCIE JANSCH