What if you could make a wish that would be made come true? Only one. What would you ask for? What’s in a wish? What’s around it? What’s missing in the life of those who make a wish? What’s missing in your life? Or perhaps you would wish to change something. What would you change? What would you need help for that you aren’t able to do by yourself? Aren’t you really?
“Just the wish that you may find in yourself enough patience to endure and enough simplicity to have faith; that you may gain more and more confidence in what is difficult and in your solitude among other people. And as for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
Sometimes we just have to look at things from another perspective. And then a slight change can show us a whole new universe. When I (Nicole Pschetz) started to work with Miguel Bonneville in a shop window in Rijeka we could only see an empty space without a story. Standing in front of it our own image was being reflected by the sunlight. We were asking ourselves: what do we want to say? What would we like to do in this place, in this city? How to connect with the local people? Immersed by these questions I lifted my head and I saw a statue: a little man hiding from someone. Perhaps being persecuted?Perhaps looking after us? We wanted to create something that would combine the interests/needs of both of us. We were at St Barbara square. Miguel said he wanted to be a saint. I wanted to collect/hear other people’s stories. And then I’m listening was born. A durational performance installation where we would try to investigate what does it mean to be a saint today. People’s wishes would be heard and collected by St Vito in person on the 17th September from 1pm to 3pm.
And then we raised our heads. He was there.
A diversion. A new friend. An inspiration too.
DAY 7: 1 st of may, international day of demonstrations for the workers rights. Not in Inisheer. Here
there is the sea, the stone walls, its 300 inhabitants, and 20 artists.
In this isolated context, being quickly initiated to some digital technologies, how do we grab the last
chance to create, learn or simply play ?
Groups form, sometimes of 1. Gathering or scattering. For each of one of us, it is according to an
idea, and affinity. Or perhaps chance? Some of us even decide to work without technology. Because
in spite of the attraction for anything that’s new, the island and the sea brought back the power of
what is simple and natural.
Creation, creativity: each one has obviously a very personal way to handle their imagination. It is
difficult to guess what is going on in an other group, and even less in an other artists’ head.
Processes try to find their own feet or partner’s shoes, cross or confront each other. Creating in a
single day is a challenge everybody knows as being impossible, but to which everyone rises.
DAY 8: the magic of the great souls. We all get there. Nothing to perform in a national theatre.
Right. But the words are clear: those are no shows but experiences, sharing what’s been done in this
short space of time. In every single one of those moments there is a bit of the joy, the universe, and
the personality of each artist.
The last moments on Inisheer taste like an ending. The sun is shining and the sea is calm. When we
take the boat for the main land, the community spirit allows a lingering doubt, and a feeling that it is
not done yet. We still have 2 days to spend together and if there is any partnership in the air between
us, the seal showing us its magnificent dive at the entrance of the port… probably sealed it.