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NOW – 17.12.2014 – War

17. 12. 2014, 23:10 | by DEREVO
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In the days of rehearsing the AEROKRAFT project based on the music of Nikolay Gusev
I think about war.
I wrote text for eight scenes of the show.
I want the audience to hear the voice and listen to the words
Reading again, I decided that even without the performance these texts are of interest.
Anton Adasinsky

 

Photo - Chester Mueller

 

1
I love you, War
How much courage and light are in you
How precisely you cross those t’s and dot those i’s
How doubtlessly it can be decided who is bad and who is good
How clearly you draw the borders and decide on the destinies of countries
How many feelings and cries you give birth to in our hearts
How carefully you help women wait for men
How many hopes for a bright future are born with each shot and each explosion
How many heroes you give to the people
I am ready to go with you to the end of the war

2
I hate you, War
You’re the main thing people remember
You’re the starting point
What was before and after means nothing
You are the main thing
I hate you because you’re sitting in my head with your names and dates
With newspapers, wounds and beggars
I will not live my life happily because you will come to my door and make me suffer
I have one life, and still in this life there will be at least one war
I hate you, War, and wait for you to die

3
God, how cunning you are, War
I’ll never understand what you want
How many people you need to take
How many words you will say in your defense, how natural and glib they will sound
For each death, thousands of letters and arguments for each drop of blood, pages of gabble and lies from the leaders
You’re experienced, War
You’ll outlive us all, you’ll take a different name and start over again.
You’re sly and pratlling, War
You’re lying on your side and drinking a liqueur while others tell lies and make the decisions
And far away in the fields, boys in baggy uniforms play tag with your friend Death

4
I thank you, War
You helped me solve my problems
You persuaded me to make a choice and change my way
You took away my miseries and dried my tears
I will not have to suffer pain or aging
I am grateful to you, War
You took away my life

5
I’m the same as you, War
I’m full of hate and doubt
I need to shake the muscle and arms
I need to justify my lies and violence
I need to be cunning and diplomatic
I too get tired and want rest and silence
and I too am uncapable of just sitting and doing nothing
I too feed myself with blood and rumours
and I too forget why I fight

6
I am your father, War
You are my child, War
I’m a man, I gave you life and I named you, War
I, human
I, the one who is at war
I, the one who kills or spares
And chooses commanders and soldiers
I choose the target and the task
You’re nobody without people, War
We are at war, we the people, and you are just letters in our mouths
I am your father, War and like all fathers I want you to be the best
Grow big, War
I will lean upon your shoulder when I’m old

7
I can not live without you, War
Forgive me, War
If I do not praise your beauty and stature
Oh, how cool and arrogant you are
How forbidding and desirable
Your romance is in our songs and books
The only thing that remains
Where Death is majestic and just
Where Good always wins over Evil
But at some time, of course,
Evil will return
And swords must not rust
And I want to be the best to get into your ranks, War
Forgive me for not praising you every day, War
For only you will bring me away from boredom and malaise
You will give me direction and purpose
And you will make me believe that killing is possible
Finally! This is what we need you for, War
For a man to fulfil his dream, to kill another

8
What words I must find to make you understand how grateful we are, War!
You gave us the work of War!
We sew on buttons and cast bullets
We draw maps and brew spirits for your soldiers
We paint everything khaki and print bulletins
Aeroplanes and tanks
Cameras and boots
Condoms and sights
Vests and briefs, for summer, autumn, nighttime and underwater
Much, much work
We are millions grateful for the possibility to bring home some money and bread
Thank you! Our children will not starve
You give us all something to do
Please do not end, War
Or we’ll be unemployed
What will be left to write and talk about when you’re not there, War?
What else shall we put in our prayers, hymns and plays?

Everything is meaningless without you, War

9
I forget about you, War
I can’t remember, if it was true
If it was near death.
I see different things
How clouds fly by, how life’s rolling past
How children grow, who will never see a war
We were friends, War, but you were the last
You were old, War, living in memories of great battles
You’ve got no skill to fight like a coward
With lies, gold and oil.

You’re decrepit, war
I walked with you, Old Lady War
I wanted to trip you up and watch you dying
I wanted to commit the last murder in the world
To kill you, War

10
I thank you, War
You helped me solve my problems
You persuaded me to make a choice and change my way
You took away my miseries and dried my tears
I will not have to suffer pain or aging
I am grateful to you, War
You took away my life

11
You’re untidy, War
You’re not cleaning up after yourself, War
There is always garbage and leftovers
Dirty memories in the mind
Tattered photos
Destroyed buildings and old bombs
You’re not cleaning up after yourself, War, still in our heads
Shouts and farewells
Letters and smoke
You want us to remember everything
You leave your marks everywhere
Sweep the streets and the cities after you
Wash the rivers
Burn the bones and flood the cemeteries
Give the cripples back their arms and legs
Put their eyes back in their sockets
Make us, force us to forget you
You’re a magician, War
So make anyone who speaks your name, War
Cover his face with the palm of his hand and walk thus till his death

12*
Where’s the power
That will cleanse the Earth
Of all the filth,
The cowardice and lies
Theft and murder
Cities and countries.
Where are you, power?
Be swift, time is short
For we are clever and cruel
And the world is cramped…
Wipe out all the people
No time to swift the good from the bad
Let it again be quiet and clean,
As it was in the beginning…
Maybe next time….

* From the film «Süd. Grenze» (DEREVO, 2001)

 

Photo - Elena YarovayaMexico. Photo - Roman DubinnikovAEROKRAFT - Promo - Photo Carola FritzschePhoto - Elena YarovayaAEROKRAFT - Collage Elena Yarovaya

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Chester Mueller, Roman Dubinnikov, Elena Yarovaya, Carola Fritzsche

 

DEREVO’s December at Festspielhaus Hellerau, Dresden

AEROKRAFT. Premiere!!!

Sat 20 & Sun 21 December 2014, 21:00
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/aerokraft

SNOW FLAKES III

Thu 25 December 2014, 20:00
Improvisations and solo performances by young DEREVO dancers & students
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/schneeflocken-iii

ONCE…

Fri 26, Sat 27 & Sun 28 December 2014, 20:00
More infos & tickets: http://hellerau.org/once

NOW - 31.10.2014 - Page 8

31. 10. 2014, 12:04 | by DEREVO
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DEREVO - NOW - 31.10.2014

I spent a week in StP.
A record for meetings and conversations.
Meetings all about organising DEREVO’s work in St. Petersburg.
I was not on my own for one minute.
I met the Committee for culture, theaters, directors, officials, students …

Two days of rest and now I try to analyze my feelings

  1. This happened in some other world. With this world DEREVO never was connected.
  2. I was always in danger in these days.
    • Danger to look independent.
    • Danger to make a compromise.
    • Danger to be misunderstood. Danger of too many jokes. Danger to absorb the private lives, which pour from virtually every interlocutor.
    • Danger to get sick at heart seeing all these people’s insecure plans.
  3. When there are millions of troubled people all around you - you will be troubled. The dream is gone. Just whisky and music.
  4. Desire to vacuum and clean the shoes.
  5. Flashes of anger with vendors and taxi drivers - never had this before.

I leaned too far out of the trench. Could be shot.

The last day, two students came to say their goodbye and thanks for the master class. To speak of the work, I forbade them. They asked - is it possible to smoke.

I gave permission. They smoked a joint and the smell drew from memory a distant morning when I woke up in space. It was 4 am. And from the window flowed a sound that did not belong to Leningrad, nor to the USSR nor to our damp morning courtyard …
I remembered how I went to the window and sat on the windowsill for forty minutes …
My 17 years have been dismissed by the judge. I’ve started from the beginning.

And I did the same thing!
I put an ancient speaker in the window and turned on “Wish you were here” …
But something strange has happened. Soon we became scared.
I reduced the volume - the fear never left.
I turned off everything and had to close the window to calm down.
I showed the girls a book, just bought that evening.
Searched for three years and bought it!
The first small edition of his book “Stone” that Mandelstam paid for himself in 1913.
300 small books that changed my world, and not only mine … We read the poems ….
and Pink Floyd came off and flew back home…
I sang page 8 to them.
That’s all.

Then the taxi and the familiar: “Do you mind turning off the radio?”

 

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp

Video:

Lyrics by Osip Mandelstam
Music composed and performed by Roman Dubinnikov
Photos from DEREVO archive by various photographers

 

 

NOW - 05.10.2014 - Plans & Pictures

05. 10. 2014, 11:05 | by DEREVO
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Hello all,

in October 2014 you can see & listen to Anton Adasinsky on many occasions in St Petersburg:

  • autumn school at the New Stage of Alexandrinsky Theater, 7-10 Oct.
  • on-line on BalconyTV with the Positive Band, 7 Oct.
  • at the talk & film evening at the Angleterre Cinema, 11 Oct
  • at the special event for the Mikhail Chemiakin Foundation, 13 Oct.

 


 

In the meantime you can watch the documentary (in Russian) “With a rainbow in the heart” by Galina Korshikova. Unique archive footage by Andrey Gladkikh has been used for this film.

 


 

Here you’ll find some pictures of our summer projects

  • White Fortress, finally I’ve got the main part since Pavel Semchenko of AKHE was busy elsewhere
  • Pioneers Parade at Radebeul, it’s all about having fun
  • Midnight Balance at Radebeul
  • Finale Grande at Radebeul, ten thousands wood pieces and five thousand spectators

 

WEISSE FESTUNG 2014. Photo - A. RummlerWEISSE FESTUNG 2014. Photo - A. RummlerWEISSE FESTUNG 2014. Photo - Silvio DittrichWEISSE FESTUNG 2014. Photo - Silvio DittrichPioneers Parade. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Anton Adasinsky
Pioneers Parade. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyPioneers Parade. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyMidnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Elena YarovayaMidnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Silvio DittrichMidnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Silvio Dittrich
Midnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Elena YarovayaMidnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Elena YarovayaMidnight Balance. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Elena YarovayaFinale Grande. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Igor FominFinale Grande. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Igor Fomin
Finale Grande. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Igor FominFinale Grande. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Igor FominFinale Grande. Radebeul Festival 2014. Photo - Igor Fomin

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Photo: Elena Yarovaya, Silvio Dittrich, Anton Adasinsky, Igor Fomin, A. Rummler

 

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NOW - 13.08.2014 - Thank you, Anya

13. 08. 2014, 23:58 | by DEREVO
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Anna Bogodist receives the Herald's Angel Award. Edinburg 2012

 

Dear Anya!
10 years you’re working as our manager

10 years of performances, DEREVO travelling around the world
And projects, and festivals, and the School, and “Russian Seasons”, and “Vertical”…
10 years marching on the same road
and only at 19.30pm for 2 hours do our roads part
DEREVO goes on stage, and Anya goes into the auditorium…
Thankyou !!!

Anton Adasinsky and all of us !!




”Usually, things coming to me from others are temporary. Only this, a ship thrown up on the shore, stays forever true.
Standing in the dark auditorium, on the other side, I understand, the path that went before. I understand, everything is possible, if there is availability.
I used to watch from behind, and now I’m flying alongside.
Leaving a trace in the eyes, and deeper - in the hearts, and to again turn and walk away.
Making a sign of love to another = my way”.



Anna Bogodist, Aug. 2014


”… and there was “Suicide in Progress” (St Petersburg’s dirty lampposts, Adasinsky in black, diving into red) or “La Divina Commedia”. And something moved, trembled, became happy and stood still. You learned something for the first time and understood who you really are. You laughed and wanted to hear them in every sense. And it was incredibly near and far, they were here, in the middle of the field, in the night and wind. Not prepared for the myth, swirling, love, hangover, history, fairytale, winter, hell, sin, and the eyes… Then their “spasibo” in Russian, a huge hourglass, sequins, just found in your pocket, hurried steps, the audience’s reaction noted with pride, a quick taxi and call to Katya: “They’re the best.” And you can’t sleep, and you say thankyou.”



Anna Bogodist, Edinburgh, Aug 2002

Text: Anton Adasinsky / Anna Bogodist
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Anton Adasinsky & DEREVO

 

See also the photos from the rehearsal of the open-air action WHITE FORTRESS. Part II (Blind Rain) in Dresden.

Premiere tomorrow: 14 Aug 2014. Following shows, 15, 16 & 17 August 2014

Idea & realisation: Anton Adasinsky & DEREVO
Music: Daniel Williams
Production manager: Isolde Matkey

 

Rehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyRehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyRehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton Adasinsky
Rehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyRehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton AdasinskyRehearsal. Weisse Festung. Teil II. Dresden 2014. Photo - Anton Adasinsky

 

 

NOW - 28.07.2014 - Let’s know each other

28. 07. 2014, 23:59 | by DEREVO
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Elena Markova & Anton Adasinsky with students. St. Petersburg 2003. Photo - Elena Yarovaya

 

A Bull engages the same force to see and know an Eagle, as an Eagle does for a Bull”
Alejandro Jodorowsky, ‘The Holy Mountain’

“- How could you lie to a child?
- I can’t wait till she’s grown up”
Barmaley, ‘Aybolit-66′

Good and knowledgeable people leave.
Now Elena Markova has gone.
Her articles in Russian can be found here: http://ptj.spb.ru/author/markova/
How many of you had a chance to meet her in person? Only a few I suppose.

And listening to her, it was the golden hours of our profession. Each time her analysis of DEREVO’s work pushed us to the next level. Conversations and interviews with her helped me to find the idea of an “emotional statuary”. And we too, at DEREVO, called it a “screaming obelisk” or a “crying stone”. And this attempt to break out of the dusty orbit of le mime statuaire was successful. We have become very strong in the stillness…

In person, it’s different when you work or talk to someone.

Three days of working with Grotowski personally gave more to us – DEREVO – than all his books and videos.
In just four hours, Jodorowsky blew my mind further than with his ‘Santa Sangre’.
That’s the reason I want you to meet each other and meet the Knowledge bearers, in person… In short, I’ll work as the procurer…

There’s a workshop in October in St Petersburg. That’s the chance »»

In August we’ll have another beauty in the old centre of Dresden – White Fortress II. Blind Rain.

In September a big improvisation at the wine festival in Radebeul near Dresden; the wine festival!!.

Independently and in parallel, Lena Imamova and Kolya Zapolskikh are working on a book of my short stories, ‘Back to the Sun’. And Makhina Dzhuraeva and Pavel Alekhin are busy in the museum and libraries of Mikhail Chemiakin at his mansion in France, growing cleverer every day under Mikhail’s eagle eye.

And I’m tormenting myself in Spain with the screenplay of the film ‘DOPPIO’.

Let’s know each other!

Anton

 

Geranium in Spain. Photo - Elena YarovayaAnton Adasinsky & Prof. Elena Markova. St. Petersburg, 2002. Photo - Elena YarovayaKnecht by M. Chemiakin with P. Alekhin & M. Dzhuraeva. Photo - D. PandurskiAnton Adasinsky, Slava Polunin & Mikhail Chemiakin. Photo - Elena Yarovaya
Improvisation. Photo - Elena ImamovaPhoto - Elena YarovayaShadows of M: Chemiakin & A. Adasinsky. Photo - Elena YarovayaPhoto - Elena Yarovaya

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Elena Yarovaya, Elena Imamova, D. Pandurski

 

NOW - 27.06.2014 - DEREVO in Voronezh

27. 06. 2014, 00:44 | by DEREVO
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10 days in June

  • June 8th ISLANDS
  • June 9th ISLANDS
  • June 10th Filming for «Viking» (feature), director A. Kravchuk
  • June 11th AVIA at the street parade
  • June 12th «Midnight Balance»
  • June 15th AVIA in concert
  • June 17th Makhina Dzhuraeva performs with Elena Kaufman

These two weeks reminded me of DEREVO’s beginnings.

Working continuously for 24 hours at the limit of your strengths, you stop being conscious of any other world but your own. And thus it becomes easy to be creative!

No, “easy” is the wrong word.

At the peak of tiredness all the most crazy ideas become natural, the place begins to draw people in like a magnet, a church-like seriousness builds, a whirlpool of power…

And then the great moment comes when the actors and dancers on stage cease to look like “performers”. They are living it.

It stops being “just” a Theatre.

Elena Yarovaya
Makhina Dzhuraeva
Anna Budanova
Gleb Alekhin
Ivan Nevzorov
Lida Kopina
Liza Polyanskaya
Nikolay Zapolskih
Dmitry Krivochurov
Dasha Fedotova
Anna Bogodist
Elena Imamova
Nikolay Khamov
Igor Fomin
Grisha Shmidko
Sasha Gromyko

Thank you!

Anton Adasinsky

and folliwing was the ONCE… in Poland, we’re heading to Italy with MEPHISTO WALTZ soon and AVIA is going to play a big concert at the Open Cinema Festival in St Petersburg

AVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistAVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistAVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistAVIA. Photo - Anna Bogodist
AVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistAVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistAVIA. Photo - Anna BogodistDEREVO in Voronezh. Photo - Anna Bogodist
DEREVO in Voronezh. Photo - Anna BogodistDEREVO in Voronezh. Photo - Anna BogodistAnton Adasinsky & Andrey Kravchuk. Photo - Anna BogodistFilming "Viking". Photo - Anna Bogodist
Thank you. Photo - Anna BogodistHappiness. Photo - Anna Bogodist

 

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Anna Bogodist

 

MIDNIGHT BALANCE 2014

MIDNIGHT BALANCE. Photo - Anna Bogodist
Click the image to see the photos

 

NOW - 08.06.2014 - The Bridge

08. 06. 2014, 18:10 | by DEREVO
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Hello all,

on Alexandrinsky Theater’s new stage I held a three-day masterclass, dedicated to the works of Craig, Grotowski and the FEKS group. I set a personal record for an indoor workshop: 30 participants and 40 students.

And it was very, very good.

Good to again feel myself like a bridge, where friendly pirates roll barrels with Knowledge…

Good to mention and praise teachers from the past.
I’m sure they could feel it too,
Feel how they’re living on….

Thanks to you all
Anton Adasinsky

 

Anton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Olga ArefievaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Olga Arefieva
Anton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Workshop in St. Petersburg. May 2014. Photo - Valeria Erza

 

Text: Anton Adasinskiy
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Valeria Erza, Olga Arefieva

 

And now, in June 2014, DEREVO will perform in Voronezh, Russia at the
Platonov Arts Festival.

8 & 9 June - «ISLANDS»
13 June - «Midnight Balance» (see also http://youtu.be/MF9dq_rtUyk )
15 June - the concert AVIA feat. Anton Adasinsky

 

NOW - 20.05.2014 - Story of a Girl

20. 05. 2014, 01:09 | by DEREVO
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I don’t know if I will ever repeat this history…
It was not easy. For me or the audience…
DEREVO’s typical seven-layered happy-ending didn’t happen despite the beaming Slava Guyvoronsky.

I didn’t tell everything. Fifteen years of exile don’t fit in 68 minutes…

And I didn’t say at the end that I – the son of my mother – am still alive and I am on stage.
Thus the children of those once imprisoned, will meet, certainly meet, the imprisoners some time…

If we ever manage to translate the fragments of Memoirs of Galina Antonovna Adasinskaya you may like to read it. Don’t be afraid.
It won’t stop you from producing a russian fairy-tale on stage.
Just don’t forget to put in the Charusa – a clearing in a wood.
It’s full of flowers.
Unnaturally bright.
But step on it and you’ll disappear into a bottomless secret lake…

 

Story of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny ProninStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny SinyaverStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna Bogodist
Story of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny ProninStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny SinyaverStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny SinyaverStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny ProninStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna Bogodist
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Story of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny ProninStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny SinyaverStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny Sinyaver
Story of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna BogodistStory of a Girl. Photo - Evgeny ProninStory of a Girl. Photo - Anna Bogodist

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Anna Bogodist, Evgeny Sinyaver, Evgeny Pronin

 

NOW - 15.05.2014 - INFERNAL BALL

15. 05. 2014, 01:02 | by DEREVO
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For DEREVO this year: five projects
And I’ve pierced them all with a single quill.
I want to talk about the man who writes, creating, with his heart bleeding for humanity.
A cliché, obviously.
But we are DEREVO: if we do something we’ll punch you right between the eyes…
Thanks to you guys who nodded and didn’t say a word.
But it’s like falling from the sky onto bared bayonets, diving into other’s miseries, their destinies and deaths.
And though it looks rather colourful on stage, even merry… we prepare for this show in a different mood.
Thankyou to the Hungarians! When a Hungarian dance begins everything else backs far, far away…
So now I think the answer might be this: stand in a circle, join hands and go round and round dancing…
Till we fall, laughing
Somebody has been born right at this moment!
Certainly!

 

Photo - Judit HorvathPhoto - Sylvio DittrichPhoto - Judit HorvathPhoto - Posztos JanosPhoto - Sylvio Dittrich
Photo - Judit HorvathPhoto - Sylvio DittrichPhoto - Igor AnosovPhoto - Igor AnosovPhoto - Sylvio Dittrich
Photo - Igor AnosovPhoto - Sylvio DittrichPhoto - Posztos JanosPhoto - Igor AnosovPhoto - Judit Horvath
Photo - Sylvio DittrichPhoto - Judit HorvathPhoto - Judit HorvathPhoto - Posztos JanosPhoto - Judit Horvath
Photo - Judit Horvath

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photo: Judit Horvath, Igor Anosov, Sylvio Dittrich, Janos Posztos

 

 

NOW - 10.05.2014 - AEROKRAFT

10. 05. 2014, 00:50 | by DEREVO
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Nikolay Gusev
is eternal
is strong
is clever
Nikolay Gusev is a musician.

I saw him puzzled just once, on April the 8th,
When I told him that the dancers rehearse night & day.
They know the duration of each track (4 min 26 sec, for example)
And the tempo (metronome at 120 or 86)
But no one listened to the songs. I forbade them.

“They know you, Kolya, they know the AVIA and they trust me. They will hear your music for the first time during the show.”
And so they did, and performed wonderfully!
My experiment was a success.
Danke,
Anton

 

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Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editor: David Kemp
Photos: Igor Anosov, Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW - 07.01.2014 - KASPEROL PARADOX

07. 01. 2014, 23:59 | by DEREVO
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It’s always a pleasure to share some good news:

In December we played the premiere shows of KASPEROL PARADOX at the Festspielhaus Hellerau.

I don’t need to introduce myself or Pavel Semchenko (AKHE) but Makhina Dzhuraeva, a DEREVO student, who delivered a truly splendid performance.

Big thanks must go to the light designer Alexey Naumov.

Music by Daniel Williams

Photo & costumes by Elena Yarovaya

 

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Text: Anton Adassinsky
Foto: Elena Yarovaya

 

NOW - 31.12.2013 - Hello, Gods…

31. 12. 2013, 15:53 | by DEREVO
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Hello to you, Gods!
I’m writing with a big “G”, hoping that you’re not snorting offended and that you’ll read it to the end.
Greetings to all of you!
To the sly and bearded, to the bald and invisible, to the painted and gilded, to those of clay or wood, to the unspeakable.
Did I forget someone?
Oh.. there was another one of Sun Ra descendants, born in a joint.

As I can see you’re working hard and diligently.
Wars and more wars, deaths, hunger…
And those are not wars because of princesses or fields or land.  Rather because of yourselves, my dears.

But you’ll have no success after all…
You’d better meet somewhere up in your clouds to measure your strengths or the lengths of your tongues..

And we shall keep making people happy. You cannot stop us!

I’ll outlive you!
And don’t you dare to lay the blame for the miseries of humankind on the Devil!

“The devil’s role has been greatly exaggerated”, Alexander Sokurov

I’ll outlive you, you cardboard figures…

Happy New Year, people!
Go on, do your business!
You were born to be happy!
So be happy!

Anton Adasinsky
DEREVO group

post scriptum

I’ve been asked about it many times…
But didn’t want to answer.
Now I’ll say:
While working on the Faust filmset I’ve been through many things.
Every day some “signs”, “encounters”, “visions”…

I thought I couldn’t cope with it.
However, the Old Pulteney and Morton Feldman were of great help.

Some time later the sensations subsided. But mirrors and the sound of the wind still can get on my nerves…

Therefore I’m writing in the first person.
Though in the meantime I’m not quite sure of it.

 

 

“ONCE…” final bows have been filmed on 28 Dec. 2013 at the Festspielhaus Hellerau in Dresden

Camera: Makhina Dzhuraeva
On stage: Anton Adasinsky, Elena Yarovaya, Tatyana Khabarova, Oleg Zhukovsky, Pavel Alekhin
Sound: Daniel Williams
Light: Falk Dittrich
Management: Isolde Matkey

 


 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
English text editors: Daniel Williams, David Kemp
Video: Makhina Dzhuraeva

 

NOW - 7 Hertz

19. 12. 2013, 23:18 | by DEREVO
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At once both the Bermuda islands and flying Dutchmen came to mind…

A village where the pavements are covered in marble, the seafront is paved with something uncommon…
Each shack is of an original design…
Fountains and wonder-yards.
But then something must have happened,
And now everything and everywhere – is for sale.
The people have driven, walked, flown away
There are no more night cafés and parties
A few hotels are still working, but things aren’t easy there either
Lonely and cheerless nudists gather there…
Solitude there is justified – the wind makes speaking impossible.
It has always roared and always will…
And the waves.

Now – listen.
In any place I always find a local pub
Found one there too. Perhaps, too local, since from six in the evening everyone there lies plastered.
One of the “horizontal heroes” – Steve from Amsterdam, told me that on that terrible day he had been drunk since morning, so he remembers nothing besides his heartbeat and the desire to crawl under the bed…
And it was on that day the WAVE came.
Everyone who stayed on in the village says roughly the same.
There had been no wind all morning.
A miracle in itself!
People poured out into the streets to discuss this, and then a strange thing happened: everyone’s ears became blocked and the people ran from the coast into the mountains
Only the children failed to react, but they were also hauled away.
In the evening everyone returned home, but no one was able to sleep.
The next morning, the same thing happened…
They blamed the spirits, African winds or other evils.
Fish were not caught for a week, and folk began leaving…
But Steve stayed on – “Your coffee, Anton, 50 cents!..”
When he found out what I do, he dragged me off to see the theatre!
The “theatre” was to my liking, as was everything else that remained in that village.
The wind is still roaring in my ears, and Arthur and David are convinced that that was how the Ocean spoke to them.

 

A houseRocksA houseWaiting...
TheaterA boatA monumentWaves do never stop

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Translation: Ruth O’Dowd, Pavel Glebov
Photos: Elena Yarovaya, Anton Adasinsky

 

DEREVO + Films by AKHE in Hellerau, Dresden, December 2013

19 & 20 - KASPEROL PARADOX - Premiere!
21 & 22 -Snow Flakes II, performances by DEREVO students and young dancers
26, 27 & 28 - ONCE…

 

NOW - 08.11.2013 - The Bridge

09. 11. 2013, 00:38 | by DEREVO
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Something happened in Voronezh, something happened in Moscow
I, after a long interval, held some serious master classes. Once more saw young faces, was asked complicated questions, again my faith returned…
And no one wished to part, and we strolled, and slept not, and worked again until bruised and in tears
And now I am afraid of asking – have you forgotten?
Not given up yet?
Are you still working?
Will you continue??
Or give a deep sigh and go back to the habitual?

I am a bridge.
Across me one walks from shore to shore. For everyone – the bridge has always existed. And it always will.
And suddenly – “metal fatigue” (Poncelet was a romantic!)
And the bridge is no more.
Well, man gets used to everything – we shall live on opposite shores…
But that will happen later, not soon.

But now –

Walk across me to visit one another, with bread wrapped in a linen cloth, with sweets for the children…
Pause in the middle, throw a crust of bread, the fish will splash…
You’ll smile!
And in the black roughened mirror of water you’ll hear the song of these execution days

Your humble servant (obs.)
Anton Adasinsky

 

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Anton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria Erza
Anton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria ErzaAnton Adasinsky's Master Class. Moscow. Oct. 2013. Photo - Valeria Erza

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Translation: Ruth O’Dowd & Pavel Glebov
Photo: Valeria Erza

 

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NOW - 20.10.2013 - Idea

20. 10. 2013, 11:57 | by DEREVO
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David found a bread crust. Arthur saw this and in response hurdled himself on top of David and smacked his head with a maraca. David cried out and dropped the crust. Arthur grabbed the abandoned piece of bread, ran for the bathroom, shut himself, and also started screaming. David picked up the maraca, and began to laugh demonically.

At that moment, I realized the kids are all grown up now, and I can finally return to my professional career. It was all waiting and ready a while ago.

So of course sideburns, baseball cap bill over my face, glued blonde hair, a baggy coat, one heal higher than the other, and glasses with a “+ 3” prescription — helps me see and makes eyes look bigger.

The drive was fast. I left the car at a gas station near by a café. Perfect timing! It’s Saturday, crowded, and the employees probably already want to go home.

Armed with tubes of antiseptic salve “Vishenvskogo”, I squeezed the strong smelling cream onto the welcome rug in front of an elevator. The smell spread quickly and throughout the whole store. Aware of the video surveillance, I tried not to stop or look around. I was going to a person who, just eight months ago, sold me the wrong blinds.

The person was in his spot. I quickly made an order and he left for about ten minutes. Meanwhile, this gave me time to bring up “451 F” on his computer screen, set a toy barking dog for the attention of customers, pour permanent glue over the keyboard, and get the hell out of there. From the opening of my sleeve, I spayed all the locks with liquid putty.

Time for the most important part… Thanks to the absence of cameras in the bathroom, I was able turn my coat inside out and leave a bag with a sticker “RUN!” on it. In less than ten minutes the radio echoed warning of evacuation.

Crammed in the elevator with everyone else, I leaned my back against the wall and left a large sticker reading: “God made us different – IKEA conforms us!” This slogan was chosen in advance and took some time. Other possibilities were: “Since 1997 — all the same”, “Prices match the quality!”, and others a bit more offensive ones but that would be just over doing it.

Along with the crowd, I ran out of the elevator and simply hid inside a closet. I stayed there for fifteen minutes before I put on a mask and lit up a smoke grenade.

Now, I could come out. I was invisible. There were no people. To light up everything was a matter of seconds and already, because of the smoke grenade, firemen were on their way. I put on a costume of a surgeon (taken from theater) as well as a facemask and disposable booties, which were extra but looked realistic. The basement was not as hot from the fire. There, I waited for the sound of an ambulance. (Their sirens echo the prefect fourth just like the Soviet Union anthem).

The basement filled up with clouds of smoke.

Using a couple of sticks and a piece of cloth, I put together something that resembled a stretcher and ran for the doors. Outside was flooded with cars, filled with screams, and bursting with chaotic sounds. I made my way to a wall and sat down coughing. Immediately, a fireman rushed over to me. I pointed into the depths of the store and ran off to get water from somebody by an ambulance. While I was washing my face, I was completely forgotten about. So I just changed, stuffed everything in my backpack, and joined the observing crowd.

I only forgot to take off the disposable booties (I noticed in the car), but it’s alright, they have been on since museum Hermitage…

 

Anton Adasinsky. Ready to act. Photo - Elena YarovayaAnton Adasinsky at Surgut Philharmony Hall. Photo - Elena YarovayaComposer Daniel Williams not in Surgut but in Porsgrunn, Norway. Photo - Elena YarovayaLady with an Umbrella. Surgut, Russia. Photo - Elena YarovayaMirror holder. Surgut, Russia. Photo - Elena Yarovaya
Purple Sails Park. Voronezh, Russia. Photo - Elena YarovayaStanding on two grounds. Photo - Elena YarovayaSwan Lake in Voronezh, Russia. Photo - Elena YarovayaTime on the Wall. Saint Petersburg, Russia. Photo - Elena Yarovaya

 

Text: Anton Adasinsky
Translation: Nikita Pushkareva
Photos: Elena Yarovaya