Saturday, 4 May 2013
Friday, 3 May 2013
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Tatiana, Eugene Onegin@Neville Holt with Grange Park Opera
July 5th-10th at Neville Holt
Further performances in September at Grange Park Opera and Cadogan Hall
My darling Tatiana...a tender soul yet full of passionate curiosity, a little wild, young, dreamy and impulsive. A stranger in her own family, glued to books, lost in dreaming, a world of unknown passions for life is overflowing in her heart. She is connected to nature, like a child believes in folk tellings and follows predictions and signs. She intuitively knows what will happen. Onegin's arrival was like a seed to a ripe earth-she knew it, was waiting and ready for him.
'The less we show our love to a woman, or please her less and neglect our duty, the more we trap and ruin her surely.' Pushkin.
Onegin follows this almost scientific approach in his fashion. His coldness and indifference ignites fire, love's desire in Tatiana's being, which she is unable to hold and out pours in her devastatingly honest love letter.
'..I wait for you..with single word, awake my hope..'
I loved singing the letter scene, watching the rollercoster of her emotions from outside. Daring to be free with the most sensual moments, indulging in doubts, dying from fear, crying and laughing with joy.
Then comes the rejection. In our production, after Onegin delivers his lecture, confusing Tatiana, by being nice and trying not to hurt her; after returning her letter, he comes close to kiss her on the forehead. Feeling him so close, makes her experience the most unbearable desire, she passionately kisses Onegin on the lips. rejected yet again, she rans away, full of shame and grief.
Yet this is my Tatiana, giving herself fully to life, tasting the depth of emotions, love, pain; inviting it to wash all over her. For her it is the only way to get stronger.
One of the most moving moments for me was the scene at the birthday party- Tatiana's name day.
Trique sings about beautiful Tatiana, the guests are admiring her, their eyes smiling at her, yet she is dying inside, feeling so lonely, rejected, unloved. A life's familiar paradox.
Why not to give in and be happy? Could they be happy together? Not in a Russian novel :)))
There are moral codes of the society, there is her love to her husband, there is a tiny wish to make him suffer perhaps, but more then anything, I think, it is her realisation that she has created Onegin in her imagination, yet in reality he does not possess any magic or beauty. This understanding makes her strong and content, leaving poor Onegin to the imagination of the audience.
More than anything, I enjoyed working with all the lovely people involved in this production. We all seam to give our hearts to our Onegin, giving each other such beauty as colleagues and as characters.