My Life blev uropført august 2008 på den internationale konference: Mental Health and Weelbeing - an oppertunity for intercultural dialogue, Aalborg.Engelsk var hovedsproget på konferencen.
Følgende fire scener er derfor en bearbejdning på engelsk af OutCasts-deltagernes historier.
Imidlertid var teksten du kan se overfor, kun en lille del af forestillingen, som blev skabt af alle på holdet og instrueret af Svend E. Kristensen.
Helheden i My Life blev sammensat af primært visuelle scener,- intense dele der ved hjælp af performative elementer, helmasker og store dukker sensitivt rakte ud mod publikums evne til forståelse. My Life - viser fragmenter af forskellige liv, oplevet af psykisk sårbare, men formidlet artistisk.
Det er den montagetiske struktur, der skiftevis benyttede animation, performance, maskespil og skyggeteater, ord og visuelt øjeguf, der i det sceniske NU langt hen ad vejen formåede at stille publikum og performere lige overfor forestillingens magi.
Forestillingen og processen blev flot anmeldt af informationsmedarbejder Lene Hoersholt i psykiatriens blad for Region Nordjylland: Indsigt og Udsyn.
Hvis du vil læse artiklen - og nyde forsiden kan du downloade den her:
My Life.
M:
”Schizophrenic! Mania-depressive!
Scene Y.
M:
The entire world was suddenly made of voices.
They were all around - whispering strange thoughts. They crept towards me, howling, barking and hurting.
Maybe they were part of my existence for a while. Did I rebel?
C:
I did. I rebelled.
M;
- While hearing the world of voices –
C:
- all around me, whispering strange thoughts, I went mad.
M:
So you tried to get inside the hospital
C:
- but they wouldn’t let me in.
M:
Of course not. You seem completely sane!
C:
But I was not sane. I was insane. I was horrified. I was …I wanted to…I longed for…somebody to hold me.
M:
Aha. You WANTED to be held…by the hospital.
C:
I was on the edge of being, trying to prevent my own suicide.
M:
You fool. That’s not enough to get inside the hospital. You will have to commit suicide!
C:
I didn’t want to commit suicide. I wanted to get hospitalized.
M:
You seemed too sane for insanity.
C:
Anyway, after half an hour of begging, the nurse said:
”I sense a slight feeling of…anger?”
M:
Then you exploded.
C:
And after a light fixation, they considered med mad enough.
C:
To finally get inside.
Scene Z:
V:
Once upon a time I was very fond of running. I practised all the time. I ran and I ran and I ran.
I was a good runner. I was an extremely fast runner. I loved to run.
And I ran and I ran and I ran.
I started to run in the marathons.
And I ran and I ran and I ran.
…Then I got a problem with my knee…
I continued to run.
And I ran and I ran and I ran.
I loved to run. I was a quite famous runner.
And I ran and I ran and I ran.
At a point, it actually hurt so much, so I had to stop running.
- But I ran and I ran and I ran.
Scene V.
Hell. A.
It is dark and there is a smell of shit.
Terrible voices clang and boom.
Everything is so disgusting.
There are no curved lines.
There are no living plants.
It is cold, and the creatures living here give you no warmth.
In hell you eat potatoes and raw meat.
There are no colours here. Everything has shut down.
Heaven. B.
I refuse to live like an earthling.
I’m in
I eat only the finest fruits, raw almonds and milk.
None of these has ever touched the soil.
I paint my heaven in beautiful colours with a light easy touch of the brush.
This is the world of my dreams. This is an open land.
The text ends like a recitation with three participants, each giving it her own emotional expression. To hear it is to hear a chaotic cosmos.