When I read Peter Brook’s The Shifting Point, I knew I had found an answer to an overwhelming question. The question of whether or not we are good enough (as actors or as he’d put it, instruments), has been on my mind for a while. He retorted with the reasonable line: “For that we have to know what are the instruments for? The instruments are used to tell those truths which would otherwise remain untold.” It chimed as a prayer. Truth that would otherwise remain untold.
Truth be told, we hail from a town without a professional theatre. Truth be told, we had to drive for 3 hours to stand in a fully equipped theatre house, the size of a London’s Donmar Warehouse Theatre. Truth be told, we began making an amateur movie about the importance of theatre and the effect it has on people of all ages and backgrounds. The utmost truth of it being that we have now become I, I alone, making a sword of love and devotion, believing with every ounce of my being that theatre is more than just space and props. Theatre is a purposeful action, a truth set in motion, theatre is an emotional avalanche, a revelation of soul.
These photographs show an apt space, an empty space ready to be filled by action, a space where a muse of fire could be brought back to life. Alas for the setting, it has long since been neglected, covered in steep hills of dust and ashes with an occasional visit from local bands and dance groups. This space, once intended to be one of the most spacious theatre houses in Bosnia, is bereft of its original, instrumental life. The one of telling the truth and, by doing so, laying down the soul of time bare and full.
by Vanja Gredelj