"Travelling light yields a far richer experience." Maxwell Gillingham-Ryan

The fact that there are multiple “me”s in every person is not a sign of derangement but the way things are. The ways one performs one's selves are connected to the ways people perform others in dramas, dances, and rituals. In fact, if people did not ordinarily come into contact with their multiple selves, the art of acting and the experience of possession trance would not be possible. 

Richard Schechner, 'What is Performance?' in Performance studies: An Introduction

L'enfance, ce grand territoire d'ou chacun est sorti. D'où suis-je? Je suis de mon enfance. Je suis de mon enfance comme d'un pays.

/ Childhood, this great territory we all stem from. Where I am from? I am from my childhood. I come from my childhood like from a country.


                                                      Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

I try to speak of life. It is humanity that interests me, the links between human beings. We bump into all these wonderful people. There are thousands points of contact, even if they are very short, casual… And suddenly, one particular things moves you, penetrates your body; you ignore where it ends up and you have no idea what it is capable of stimulating, of creating. However, you sense that it is important… In everyday life, there are so many things, so much information, which on the surface appear tiny and in reality are fundamental… It is above all the everyday experience that influences me.      - Pina Bausch 

In Milan during the workshop for Doctor Faustus at La Scala, Wilson and I dropped into the patio of Bragutta's restaurant for dinner. The hour was late, the sky clear, the breeze sensuous. Having finished their five-course meals, the elegant Milanese lingered over coffee and cognac, glowing with good food, good wine, and charm. The restaurant hummed with loud, happy voices. Wilson sat down, looked around, and grumbled, “Why do people talk so much? The human race is drowning in words. They should shut up and drink.” At this point the waiter set down on the table a dish with several thin, round slices of lemon. Wilson stared in silence for a ten minutes, the exclaimed, “How beautiful these lemons are!” “The color, Bob?” I asked. “No,” he replied, “the structure, the pattern of the seeds.”

- Arthur Holmberg, The Theatre of Robert Wilson

 

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever."

- Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Oda, Ellen, Live at Noven

Bestemors råd for et godt liv:

1. Vær ærlig.

2. Bruk deodorant.

(Grandmas advice for a good life:

1. Be honest.

2. Use deodorant.)