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How ephemeral can a love be – close to the waves?
A half-baked love, a two-way love, a love in the imagination or not.

HATE!
Shakespeare does not care so much for the aesthetic effect, he is a master of reasoning and adventure of feeling. He seems to be overseeing the whole world but never forgetting death.

If we went on a trip to the sea?

You have sand in your towel,
Watermelon on your lips,
November in your summers.

The students of the 3rd year of the Theater School “delos” – Dimitra Hatoupi present the performance
“WHY DID YOU ORDER ME SUCH A NICE DAY?”

Based on Shakespeare’s 154 Sonnets realized through forty days of research using improvisations of voice, rhythm and the function of the choral condition.

Let’s swim together.

There will be a financial assistance box for the expenses of the 3rd Year degree exams.

“This is not Medea”
(excerpt from the Medea Material,
by H. Miller, mtf. E. Varopoulou).

INVITATION TO TEA

As a modern female being, Medea invites us to a tea ceremony to tell us her own story of grief and liberation.

If Medea were a place, what place would it be? What does Jason carry with him? What do Medea’s children drink? Where does Medea dwell within us? Does love pass? How is the past exorcised? And after all, what shoes are suitable for a climb in the sun?

Please be open to revising what you take for granted about the mythical figure of Medea. It is a cry for survival, an ode to motherhood, an appeal to tenderness, an ecstatic dance of liberation, where Medea, light in a crumbling world, calls for rebellion against the socio-political dictates of her gender.

Dresscode: Wear something in shades of croc or something that evokes natural or primitive materials, or whatever makes you feel your deepest self.

The solo show is made possible thanks to the financial contribution of many unique people and thanks to the undivided research and dedication of the team members.

Trailer

EDIT. arvan (girl, daughter)

directed by Christina Matthaiou

Play performed in Greek

Extension of performances thanks to the warm response of the audience! “vaiza” will return to PLYFA for 3 more performances on January 18, 24 & 25.

The show that thrilled the audience and critics and stood out at last year’s Epi Colonos Off-Off Festival, returns for the second year, from December 4 and for only 10 performances, at the “PLYFA” theater in Votanikos.

Christina Matthaiou, in her first directorial venture, brings on stage the original work “vaiza” {ETYM. arvan “My speechless apple” and “Christ in the snow” and inspired by the myth of La Loba, as he is captured in Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s book “Women Who Run With the Wolves”, he composes a performance that speaks of the power of femininity. The power to break, to expose, to be imperfect, to differ, to define yourself, to feel, to express, to live!

Mani, mid 19th century.

A young woman, Milia, is murdered by her father and brothers to wash away the shame of the family, after she was found “broken” on the first night of her wedding. She is buried alive in a stone pit at the entrance of the village. Only her head remains out of the soil until she dies. Now Milia has a voice. Now La Loba is giving her the chance to tell her story. To be reborn.

Without limiting itself to describing yet another femicide, the play explores the perspective of each of those involved. Six persons who have never spoken, captive to social dictates and formality, now speak.

Drawing material from the Greek tradition and the overall European and Balkan history, the show speaks about today.

Director’s Note

Remember that sound you hear when you’re under the surface of the sea? And as your oxygen runs out, and the force of the water pulls you out, you struggle to hold on. There. Inside her. Listen for a little while longer, this primitive sound that brings you back. In the womb of life.
They say that tears are made of sea water, so that when people cry, they can bring the sea closer to them. And let her, the great mother, come like this to accompany them when they need her.
When they are in pain, when they mourn but also when their happiness is so great that it causes the water in their body to rise, so much so that they are in danger of drowning. And they cry. To get the excess sea out of them.

“Don’t let sorrow become a tear, Don’t let pain become a cry…”

Have you ever noticed the cheeks of women who have lost children? It’s as if the sea cursed them to never dry up. To keep her there to keep them company.

“Not a drop will escape you for the dishonorable! He embarrassed us and he will pay. She should go unscathed.”

And the sweat? What is sweat?
Water too. Seafood. Because when the sea and the fire of love meet, they become sweat. Which comes out of the bodies in love, so that one of the other can know the sea. The sea that swells inside them.
But man is not only made of water.
It is also soil. Earth. Who expects you to return her children to her, when the sea dries up in them. And when she closes them in her bowels, again, by watering them with sea, she gives birth to them again.

“You have to listen to the soil. Smell it. Taste it.”

And the ashes? What is ash?
She is also a lover’s dust. Burned bodies, before the sea touched them to cool them. Voices. Where they don’t run out of air. And they are silent.
Losses. And presences that “exist in absence”.
“Have you ever seen the fire forbid the coals?”
And the ending? Death;
“The end does not recognize death”
Why “are you killed, lost, if you are thought of by a myriad of names?”
Water, earth and fire meet on stage. In a ritual of mourning and rebirth. A performance made with materials of land and tradition. A project entangled in roots that pull it to the past. And four voices. Air. Which carries the dusty memories of all our bloody history to the water. Which will wash them away and lead them to purification. Water will make them again.
“Because time is water. Water that sculpts the stone like the sea the rocks
(…)
And richer water than tears, none.”
Christina Matthaiou