Thursday, October 2, 2014
TRACES, or, It doesn't pay to be a mother . . .
Les 7 doigts de la main, founded in Montreal in 2002 . . .
Acrobats. Young acrobats. Young acrobats from as far away as China. On stage at the Emerson Masjestic Theater in Boston, they introduce themselves via the microphone hanging down from the rafters, rafters from which the acrobats would soon be hanging . . . they introduce themselves simply, by height, weight, country of origin, native language . . . If you knew nothing about them, you would not know what to expect . . . They continued to introduce themselves, all seven of them (6 men and one woman), and then the show begins. Acrobatics the likes of which Marash Girl has never witnessed, bar none.
Watching the performers of "Traces", Marash Girl's heart was in her mouth, praying that God would save the young men and woman from instant death as they performed their (literally) death-defying acrobatics, knowing that there would have been no way in the world that she would have allowed her children to perform such actions that challenged gravity, that challenged God. . . But Marash Girl's friend was completely entranced -- having never been a mother, she saw only the beauty and skill and talent that these young people exhibited.
TRACES was, in the full sense of the word, awesome.