Theatre
is simply what cannot be expressed by any other means; a complexity
of words, movements, gestures that convey a vision of the world
inexpressible in any other way.
Keith
Johnson
The
origins of theatre can be found within storytelling. My first
experience of theatre was listening to my dad telling stories of
adventures he’d had. No matter how exaggerated or fabricated the
stories may have been they were certainly never boring. I’d stay up
late listening to him telling and re-telling his tall tales (tales
that would get taller with age) and I knew then that I wanted to make
people laugh and listen.
Everyone
is a storyteller and like everything in life some are better at it
than others. It is our job as actors to keep this ancient art form
alive by telling our stories and the stories others in a way that is
exciting, compelling and respectful to the people who’s stories are
unable to be told.
The
world of Art can be a beautiful, scary, funny and vulnerable place
with no boundaries, no limits, no rules and no censorship. The
possibilities are endless. We are so privileged to be a part of this
little world, to be able to see life differently. Not all have found
the key that unlocks the door, not all have been invited. It is up to
us to keep it alive and the Miskin especially is aimed at doing just
that.
I
first encountered the Miskin whilst touring with a theatre company in
2003. The Miskin Theatre was one of the most memorable venues we
performed in there is a buzz and atmosphere like no other theatre
we performed. That buzz, energy, electricity… whatever you want to
call it, is that of a living breathing theatre, filled excitable,
impressionable, enthusiastic young artists. A hub of activity and a
home for performers who dare to see the world differently and choose
to never grow up.
There
is a Greek phrase I remember hear whilst touring in Turkey often used
to welcome new guests to dinner. It lends itself well to the
atmosphere of the Miskin
Είμαιευτυχής
πουβρήκατε
(I’m
glad we found you.)
Finally
performers I encourage you all to do whatever you want, however you
want but only for as long as the audience wants.
Bronagh
Lagan
The
Road Not Taken
Two
roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And
sorry I could not travel both
And
be one traveler, long I stood
And
looked down one as far as I could
To
where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then
took the other, as just as fair,
And
having perhaps the better claim,
Because
it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though
as for that the passing there
Had
worn them really about the same.
And
both that morning equally lay
In
leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh,
I kept the first for another day!
Yet
knowing how way leads on to way,
I
doubted if I should ever come back.
I
shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere
ages and ages hence:
Two
roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I
took the one less traveled by,
And
that has made all the difference
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