White Rabbit, Red Rabbit/ Nassim Soleimanpour
White rabbit Red rabbit was unveiled yesterday after years of waiting for it. I must not tell what it is, it is just the mysterious indication that they ask us strongly at the beginning of the work. I would only like to comment that in my few hours that I have set aside for my hour of sleep I occupied them thinking about how those lines put me in context of many doubts raised since I began to doubt everything.
The instinct we have was the reason that tried to explain many issues that have accompanied me and in my already so many years of life; In those minutes doubts are ordered and the causes become evident without reaching solutions.
Experimental play more for the author, the actor, as well as for the eighty-two people who witnessed that representation somewhat apparently with a logic of disorder. I wanted to shout and participate that the actress did or not this or that, but in the end there are decisions that only depend on one and nobody can much less influence them.
I lifted Rabbit’s ears, paid attention to the indications and I was left wondering if obeying was what I should do when I did not agree. One thinks that it is part of the collaboration on a different plane as is the theater, but what if the theater really is the laboratory in which the ego is formed and transformed and comes out like a shy rabbit moving its nose unstoppably, our true nature?
I was happy in the theater, full is the word, where, sometimes I tend to think that my work time should always have dwelled and not only in brief moments like yesterday; Today that time is dedicated to fighting for justice and compliance with the rules, not easy my goal of struggle.
Imagining that it was my voice and my body that interpreted that work is a delight that the illusion can without bargaining give me. I am undoubtedly that lawyer between serious and very histrionic who seeks that the norm meets the best theater script of life that invites us and demands us to comply with it.