Winter wind was blowing through Nara.
As usual, we Three Flying Witches got together at Vanam.
Our magical wreath were made with blessings of local mountains.
We simply weave them carefully.
No need of glue, string, or wire.
By listening to the bending vines and make base frame.
Then put the evergreen twigs one by one.
Make a finishing touch with Christmas-ish decoration and we've done.
From 2015, we are planning to hold four seasonal workshops.
We will descend Vanam and hope to provide our workshops at accessible venue and dates.
Right now, we are having meetings about it.
Please look forward to our next move!
At the end of November, I went to Turkish cuisine lesson by Ayami.
For Turkish dishes, we use spice like Indian dieshes, but in a different way and with different quantities.
And we use lots of fresh herbs.
Our lesson menu was full of my favorite things.
Yapral Salmasi which are vine leave rolls stuffed with rice, nuts, and herbs.
Acili Ezme, spicy tomato salad. Lots of tomatoes.
Köfte, Turkish meat balls with lots of vegetables, with yogurt sauce.
Mercimek Corbasi, tomato soup with lentils.
And "Babaanne's privincial bread".
Babaanne means a paternal grandmother.
Turkish dishes requires lots of finly chopping works.
It's like making mosaic tiles. We chop everything fine fine fine....
Red of tomato, green of parsely, and white of garlic.
All the colourful mosaics are dancing around on the chopping boards.
Food with beautiful colours can satisfy our appetites just the look of it.
Before I went to the lesson, I'd been in dissy days which had been disturbing my own rhythm of living. So I was having a trouble keeping my mental and physical balance only by Pilates excercises.
On this day, I cooked happly with other students at the lesson and shared delicious dishes. Those things slowly cheered me up.
After the lesson, Aco from Vanam in Nara came and we had a meeting of The Three Flying Witches. I was exhausted, but happy.
On the same day evening, I had two Pilates classes on my Pilates master's behalf. It was surprising that as soon as I stepped into a studio, I was full of energy like someone switchd on my power.
As I was looking at my students' smily faces, I was happy to be in front of them and I was glad that I've been studying hard.
I felt like I shared happy energy which I was given by two witches with my students.
I want to keep sending others a good vibe like passing a baton in a good condition.
Recently I went through a small, but meaningful change in my mind, which cleared my thoughts and made me want to move on to a new phase.
The things have been changing rapidly and vigorously around me lately.
Right now, it's too hasty for me to catch up with everything.
So I've been getting weary of the discord between the circumstance and my own will.
I've already known that I'm utterly clumsy with acting as a working adult, but this still gave me a feeling that I was very close at my limit.
But suddenly a shaft of light struck my face.
My heart was filled with joy and excitement.
I shouldn't ignore the darkside of the change.
I must accept everything comes to me.
If my soul will be a crystal, right now I've been rounding off the hard edges of the ore.
I have to be patient.
What I need to do are to let go of my obsession.
To be kind to others.
And to listen to my soul.
National Theatre Live is a project to broadcast the fine productions which gained great popularity of the audience on screen.
I hurried my way to the cinema as soon as my work had finished two weeks in a row to watch Frankenstein by Danny Boyle, which they decided to show only in the two weekends in Japan.
The reason why I went to see the same play two weeks in a row was because I wanted to enjoy the swapping of the two main characters by the two main actors which was the feature of the production.
Frankenstein and his creation.
One is a man who kept love at a distance for his own desire and tried to gain the act of God. And the other was a creature which was brought to life by the man but was casted away to the edge of solitude due to his hideous appearance. And yet to fight his way to be loved.
Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller alternated in playing those two challenging roles.
For a start, the set was amazingly beautiful.
The coutless light bulbs express from a spout of life and a flicker of stars to light of civilization.
The house set of the Frankenstein looked like its base was slanted slightly, or maybe using an optical illusion to make it looks like it's slanted. So it's unstable as if it's suggesting the family's adverse fortune.
And the makeup design of the creature was one of the key elements of the whole production designs.
The more horrifying and ugly the creature looks, the beauty of his humane soul grows inside of him becomes more clear and tragically stands out.
As a new born baby, the creature learnt how to use his limbs, studied the language, built up his memory, think by himself, and nurture various feelings. The more he learns, the more and more pure questions he has, but the answers given by the world bring him contradiction and confusion.
There were several unforgettable scenes.
One of them was the scene when the creature was rejected by public and received the baptism of violence. And then he met the sun for the first time. He let it embrace him with its warm light and he cried for tweet of birds for joy and quenched his thirst with rain.
The scene was filled with rapture of life and I almost cried for the beauty of it.
The steam engine vehicle and the sound of iron and turning gear wheels were symbolising the time of industrialisation.
When a gang dressed in steam punk-ish costume came upon the stage, my heart got so excited.
It was very convincing that the creature was perplexed and ran around in horror.
Sorrowful moment when the blind old man's kindness turned out to be a betrayal to the creature, and he cries for distress.
No matter how hard he tries his best, he's never accepted by anyone in the world.
Why? Why was he born? Is there anyone who is his kind or a member of his family?
All he wants is a friend who can console his solitary.
A dialogue between Frankenstein and his creation.
Frankenstein struggles between the feeling of being a proud, original creator who's done an incredible work and the feeling of an urge to destroy his own creation as if it's never happened.
But he was tempted by yet another challenging scientific pursuit, and he steps into a newly dangerous realm. His heart is torn between his pride and morality.
On the other hand, the creature refutes Frankenstein by its ingenuous heart.
He just wishes to have an object to love and to be loved in return.
There is an eternal theme of life.
The creature by Jonny Lee Miller had strength. His thick, deep voice expressed the creature's force of life, and his widely opened eyes reflect his sorrow. It was as if I could see, on his back, lambent flame of sadness, anger of being born, and a riptide he could never be able to let it out. The design of crude stitches were emphasising his tough body, and I shed my tears many times to see his contrastingly delicate and fragile soul. It's heartbreaking to see that he shakes his sturdy body with rage and perplexity, but still he tries hard to find his own way to live.
The creature by Benedict Cumberbatch was light and ephemeral like a fairy. Even though he had the almost same make-up as Miller did, the stitches on slim Cumberbatche's body were more painful to behold than the ones on Miller's body. The creature he played kept innocence of an infant even after the character had learnt how to speak. He expressed his fear and sadness by his wobbling footsteps and awkwardly restless fingers. His gesture, fiddling about the hem of his shirt when he doesn't know where he should belongs to, was so dear and made me want to run to him and hold him tight. He was full of adorableness and a sense of humor. Even when he was raged, at the very bottom of his heart, there was joy of life, wherefore his perplexity and conflict disconsolately stand out. Cumberbatch renewed the image of the creature so far.
Such a luxury I could have, to be able to see the two great actors playing the both roles.
It was an incredible production.
Above all else, the quality of the playwright and direction was superb.
It was dealing with deep theme, but had irony and humor everywhere and made the audience laugh.
And as soon as our hearts were warmed, there came a sudden turn and the scene becomes horror and it froze our blood.
For me, the British palys are something I'm familiar with. They give my heart energy. This one made me want to read the original novel by Mary Shelly.
What is love?
When love turns into hatred, it brings sorrow to our hearts.
Is too strong love called desire?
Can we throw away pride and ego?
What if the reason you live or you anchor were pride? Or hatred? Or love...?
There are many lines remain in my heart.
The belows are from Frankenstein by Nick Dear, based on the novel by Mary Shelly.
Creature:"Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,/Said then the lost Archangel, this the seat/That we must change for Heaven, this mournful gloom/For that celestial fire." Victor:(astonished) That's Paradise Lost! You've read Paradise Lost? Creature:I liked it.
Victor:Why? You saw yourself as Adam?
Creature:I should be Adam. God was proud of Adam. But Satan's the one I sympathise with. For I was cast out, like Satan, though I did no wrong. And when I see others content, I feel the bile rise in my throat, and it tastes like Satan's bile.
Victor:How does it feel, to be in love? Creature:It feels like all the life is bubbling up in me and spilling from my mouth, it feels like my lungs are on fire and my heart is a hammer, it feels like I can do anything in the world! Anything in the world!
Victor You have brought this upon yourself.
Creature Have I? How? How did I? Did I ask to be created? Did I ask you to make me from some muck in a sack? I am different, I know I am different! I have tried to be the same but I’m different! Why can I not be who I am? Why does humanity detest me? ....