Noen detaljer fra kvelden.

Forhåndsanmeldelsen i fevennen:

http://www.fvn.no/kultur/teater/article919978.ece

Og vi har fått anmeldelse i dagen papirutgave!

Det er fremdeles plasser igjen, så hjertelig velkommen til dem som vil se denne forestillingen!
Billetter kan kjøpes på www.billettservice.no , narvesen eller man kan ta sjansen på å møte opp i døra. Yes! Vi ser frem til å spille i kveld også, etter å ha hatt besøk av 100 fine elever fra DKS i dag.

Link til billettene: www.billettservice.no

Whiteforest Lobby

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Dagens generalprøve!

Nå åpner vi dørene igjen!!

Fra 1- 4 november kl 19.00 kan du få muligheten til å sjekke inn på "The Whiteforest Hotel"/Sørlandets Sykehus  avd psykiatri.

Billettene er lagt ut på www.billettservice.no og det er bare plass til 40 publikummere hver kveld. Førstemann!!

Vi gleder oss til å ta i mot dere på nytt. Velkommen!!

Sneak-peak: Whiteforest Hotel

http://youtu.be/nbnRUtmYAko

Kulturelle Skolesekken i Oktober.

We are so proud of beeing part of the program "Den Kulturelle Skolesekken" here in Kristiansand. We´re going to welcome 500 children in 8grade in to our charming, a bit scary and beautiful hotel! This october.

http://www.kristiansand.kommune.no/no/Administrasjon/Kultursektoren/Kulturskolen/Den-kulturelle-skolesekken/Produksjoner-8-trinn/

There will be open performances in the evenings. We look forward.

The Schoolroom. At The Whiteforest Hotel.

Heres the link to the film from the schoolroom. Hope you like it:


http://www.youtube.com/user/looplooplaura?feature=mhum

More shorter scenes will come soon.

Thank you:

I don´t know where this project will lead, but I want to thank Sørlandets Sykehus/ ABUP for helping me so much in this period, and for wanting us to play it again some time, at their hospital.

They have a lot of cultural activities for children and grown-ups, and for that I want to salute! Seeing the values between health and culture, its really great and important.

Keep you posted!

Pictures from performance shown in Whiteforest Hotels Lounge.

"I get out of the car, I know you´re there. Its so cold. "

"We go down to the river. The water is still and waiting"

"I hide between the bushes, someone is coming. I see everything so clearly now"

"I got on top of the roof, climping and falling. Its so slippery."

"Then we saw it. The hotel-sign blinking towards us. Red letters. Grey dim from roof."

"The cake came in two flavours. Strawberry or chocolate. I choose chocolate."

"Carefully carried the deer towards her. We lay down by the lake. Not smiling."

Dream- circus.

Salmon waiting, swimming and flying.

Mr. Ranger eats a burger. Two sisters helps him.

They smell the fish and the burger.

Waiting for the song.

"I was a lonesome man, hiding from disaster, feelings and friend.. "

He sends me letters with a pin. The pin is for me to save, hanging them on the wall for memory, not love.

Sleepingroom. Where dreams end.

Fred. 

"She was so beautiful. I lay down on top of the car, crying into the black sorrow night."

Last room. The tree has grown into walls, ceiling and head. Truth.

"The deer was so silent"

Everyone checking in at the Whiteforest gets this key. They can´t keep them.

"And from that moment I love her , I love her, I love her.. Aaah"


All photoes: Arild Danielsen.

We´re absolutely fullbooked. But we have the best news, and that is to open again this spring. "The Whiteforest Hotel" will never end!

From the performance.. there will come more

Foto: Arild Danielsen

"The Whiteforest Hotel"

tv-sending from rehearsels!!

http://www.nrk.no/nett-tv/klipp/706075/

Monday..

Getting closer!

Today was the day for real gratitude. I´m so thrilled by the very good people I work with. We´ve set all the scenes and are ready to just go on with run-throughs. After rehearsing a lot, doing a intervjue, planning where the car will stay, we got back to the first part of the building, seeing the most beautiful work of light!! Jørgen has done a great job, and together with Erik they rock the planet of nice art-works!!

YES!

Thank you Morten, Kristina, Erik, Leon og Jørgen.

Today. Sunday 23.01

We have been working in the dark!! Wao, that was a bit scary, I have to admit..
The children from the theatre-group were brilliant, and very courious about the cake. We all look forward to the smell of chocolate coming to the top floor, and the lovely coffe-smell at the other end of the building.

Today was the day of schoolroompratice, the wall of Freds memories and the room with all the feelings and all the letters.

The windows are blackened, the scenography are beautiful and all we think of is the acting and the actual guiding of 30 people..

Soon check-in time!!

PJ Harvey - Down By The Water

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The Jeep. Black.

Wheels

We´re in need of wheels to a car like this. Jeep Cherokee. Anyone?

After todays rehearsels, this is a nice one.. BJØRK.

AHA STAY ON THESE ROADS

we did have the best party ever, didn´t we?

The Birthdayroom

"Jeg hadde ei venninne som jeg har kjent

siden vi var veldig små

Vi pleide å snakke på telefonen

verden åpnet seg i all sin prakt

en liten stemme inni meg sa

åh, åh, åh

jeg kjenner deg, kjenner deg fra drømmene mine"

 .

"jeg kjenner deg, har kjent deg alltid

trenger ingen forklaring

du vet det. jeg vet det.

jeg gjorde ikke motstand.

Rådyret lå så stille”

Fred:

Fred:

“Etter taushet og klamrende utilpasshet skjer det noe, hun snakker. Løsrevne ord, en underlig poesi. Jeg lager først kalde setninger ut av ordene, så varmes jeg og pennen glir mellom mitt blikk på hennes kropp og hennes ord til meg. “

“Det blir vakkert mellom oss, vi er ute og spaserer og lengter etter varmen den andre kan gi. Det er kaldt og kinnene er røde, et sted under alt sammen er der hvor vi skal. Jeg skriver på trærne, på bakken, på ryggen hennes. Hun pumper blod til alle stedene jeg ikke har vært. Jeg fyller hele rommet med ord. Gardinet blir et brudeslør, hun er hvit vakker brud og jeg gråter. Legger meg på panseret. Rister av gråt og lunken, men likevel hengiven glede.”

“Hvordan nærmer man seg?”

Of course! This is the ultimate inspiration. Heartbeats!

Drawing Restraint 9 Trailer: Director's Commentary

They want me to follow.

They are both dressed in white skirts, too big for them, and with a cruel hair. They have dressed up for this journey. Big white skirts, boots, and this cruel hair. They reach out their hands, wanting me to follow them.

They throw frosty dust along the little road they´re walking. Butterflies swin in the dim to catch them. They shake they´re hair, the dust floats silently in the air. Butterflies never reach their moments, they are stopped completely. The girls pick grapes, apples and flowers. Puts them in a basket, an old brown heavy one. They do a table ready for dining, pour wine in tall glasses. They are so young, these two little girls. They eat, laugh, its like watching an old silent dark movie.

Someone goes to sleep. I never see them again.

directly after the car-crash:

Shirin Neshat.

Me and my Twinsister:

It was really late and the accident had just happened. I needed some air.

I was standing there, a bit away from the car, the threes around me, some light from the moon hit the ground. I felt you there. You´re the ghost of all my doings, everything I feel you feel, I can´t breath I can´t have you always waiting, asking, you´re like a shadow. I drown in your hands. This is what I did this night, if I remember it right. I killed my shadow. Twin. Sister.

It happended more or less like this:

I turned to you. Took a good grip around your black hair. Your hair is long, beautiful, hanging down along your white back. I held it so tight. My fingers desperate.

”I don´t know what to do”, you whispered.

” I take you down to the ground, I´m very friendly, make your hair look good at you. I breathe your air. Fill my lungs and enjoy the smell of nature and dried flowers before I open my eyes and then I will drag you down in the water. Your face down. ”

She: ” I don´t resist”

Me: ” I take you up again. Look at your wet face, mouth opens. I´ll let you eat as much air you can get, before I drag you down again in the water”

She thinks: ”Now, I´m very afraid, this is not love.”

She also whispers after lying on the ground for a while: I will just lay here. I see you have mud on your fingers. We get up. Get up! And then we go silently to each our directions. I go to the river.

I answar: I go back to the car.

I got this letter today:

(Rakel Pedersen from LOOP LOOP LOOPs show "Kjærlighetshagen" at Svinør this summer.
photo: Rolf Steinar Bergli)


I have to write the letter in norwegian, sorry!

"Kjære Sigrid. Hvorfor er du ikke her? Vi kan bruke hele kvelden sammen, tas over fjell og kastes i daler når ensomhetens sukk legger seg som tåke rundt våre føtter. La det komme, vi vet jo det. Fremover og langsetter nytelsens krybbe. Der ble vi født på ny mens rytmen seilte oss sammen til en bylt av hud. Jeg ser gjennom ditt øye, skjønnheten lyser ut og hilser alle inn. Ansiktet ditt samler seg på midten mens hendene dine ser meg og stryker fløyel over åpne sår. Sårene legger seg utenpå huden og vil hoppe av, de behøves ikke mer, deres påminnelser og styrke er svekket og akseptert. De blir borte.

De ligger tilbake på asfalten og stekes i den sorte panna en solskinnsdag. Noen trår på dem med nakne sommerføtter, knuses på kanten som et egg og blir spist av sultne løver som trenger inspirasjon. Jeg er sikker på det trengs. Jeg er lykkelig og deler denne duften. Av stekt ensomhet langs vår overflate der vi flyter oppå hverandre langt ute i horisontens bue."

I screamed: Show it to me!

Carpark North - Human

Another one of Martin de Thurahs nice work.

Rådyret.

Ser du bort fra dette, langt bort

våger deg nær

den vakreste skapning ligge beundrende mot deg

yndige øyne, smelter du bort i den myke gråbrune fløyelspelsen

omrisset av opplevelsen er treet

du klynger deg bak

vil sove, gi deg hen være der ikke der du er.

Det eneste du kan er å forevige, ødelegge

 flerre lyset gjennom natta skremme dette forsøket

 på hvile på sammenheng

mørkt igjen du hører meg løpe kvister knekker

 din etterlengtede nærhet sletter mine spor