The Last One was created inspired by the song of last Kauai O’o bird who sings a song waiting for a response that will never come. It is the last one or I should say it was the last one. I saw a documentary about extinction and this little beautiful solitary bird hit me deeply in my guts. Such a terrorizing and beautiful image at once. Such unarticulated loneliness that reveals the universe and its abyss of the unknown. Deep truth in that image. It makes me small; I wanted to explore what is it? What are we?
The Last One by Anthony Nikolchev
What are we doing?
We are three performers, two males and myself, a woman. I didn’t know so much when we began, I know I wanted dirt and rocks of rubble, real materials and a combination of two contradictory energies. We started.
During the work I wanted to explore and play with the idea of male power dynamics, with the idea of male team work, wolf packs, and man as a wolf for man. I don’t know why it happened that way, if I really wanted to explore it or it just revealed itself as a product of letting my little evil out. I don’t even think that I thought that at first, at least I did not articulate it that way, but it happened. Because we don’t know what is a world driven by a female energy but we know that we have to pick up rubbish and cry wars because a potentially male toxic energy drives the word that we are living in. I don’t blame anyone, I actually feel compassion for all. I want to show... well you will see what I want to show because I don’t need to tell it in words; who knows what I have done!
Yes, that’s it. But this show is not political, I am sorry, it is not about that, my show passes through all those things and just shows us, little people, dealing with our fragility. We search again... trying to go deep in a powerful and limit-pushing experience or do we?
We create it every day we perform, to infect the audience with vibrant thoughts, do we? We will see. Every action produces a consequence of other actions in which we immerse ourselves and voila! Toxic masculinity is there!!! I didn’t know it until happened! Why?
Could art save us? Laughing out loud. Forgive me to try; for me it’s what works.
Written by Gema Galiana
Summerhall 3 – 26 Aug 2018, 18.30
Tagged in Edinburgh Festival Fringe