When was the last time you got completely absorbed into the wolrd of a piece of art? For me it was last Saturday evening while watching Les Coloriés by Alexandre Jardin, performed by the Cie Anapnoï at Cornèze (Aude, France) as part of Le théâtre dans les vignes festival. As soon as the theatre went dark at the end of that one-hour-and-twenty-minute show, my husband and I turned towards one another with the same astounded look. Wow.
What we felt at that moment was unutterable. Of course we tried to put words on how we were overwhelmed by the truthfulness emanating from the characters. But there was more, it would go beyond that. What more can we say? It was just GOOD.
So many words can be used: it felt right, fair, spot on… Yet all I wanted to say was thanks. Thanks to the actors who gave an incredibly correct account of our society through their admirably emobodied personas. Thanks to the stage director who made that play known to us, who managed to make the content of the play real and authentic until something changed forever within us. Thanks to all the organisers of the festival – Compagnie Juin 88 – who provided us with such joy. Thanks to the gentleman who renovated this wine cellar to turn it into a fabulous, welcoming place where magic rules.
It can be a book, a film, a play, a picture, a painting, a poem, and so much more. Art is a way of understanding hidden meanings, of discovering new concepts, of playing with words and images, of analysing the way we eat, talk, live. Cherish those moments. When you can’t even describe what just happened between you and an art piece. Share them through the most accurate words you can find, even though they probably won’t deliver as much as you just received. Do spread that pure sensation however. It’s important for the world to acknowledge bliss is there. It’s ephemeral, but it’s there. And maybe the fleeting character reinforces the strong positive impact. Although you can choose to have an exultant daily life, rapturous moments like these are as sweet as the caress of a dewy rose-scented petal on your upper lip one fine spring morning. Just bliss.