Beto - 'HE'

The End 结束

在我的国家，贪污猖獗，政治混乱。我们尽管愿意相信执政者，却也一直与谎言纠缠。但我深信只要树上的叶子会不断变色，国家的希望仍旧存在着。我的政治启蒙老师是古巴的一个音乐创作人。他的一首歌里写到：我发现我说谎了，我一直都在说谎…….” 我不禁扪心自问：我身为一个艺术工作者，到底编织了多少谎言？

He is militant and indoctrinated. He was taught not to question or critically examine what he has learned. He is well-domesticated. He can do whatever: a killer, a clown, a dog... He saw - by accident - the lies around him. He wanted to revolt, but it was late... was he killed? Did he commit suicide? There are all kinds of lies, big lies, white lies…. but when is a lie justified? When they come from ‘Respectable Authorities’?

In "The Spirits Play" the Poet's character has an unique element: He is conscience he lied, and he regret of it. This movement from ignorance to clarity and its consequences is what I like in this Kuo Pao Kun's play. But lies is something everywhere not just in war. For centuries lies have been an effective tool for politics, religion, education, economics, publicity, love, etc. And somehow in all cases, a similar image comes to my mind every time: a blind man smashing into a wall, meanwhile he thinks is a huge vertical pillow. The personality is suppressed. Even sometime it seems to me a kind of voluntary slavery.

I started working with image/figure of "liar" who mislead other people; I play with characters like: a teacher, a business, a clown. But I was using a lot of words to get it. Don't speak. Consequently I found out I was embodying the one who believes the lie and lives with it... a blind man smashing into a wall. So I decided to change into the one who is lost in the lies. I didn't want to depict an specific character like soldier or a consumer, so I decided the character would be a "He", who reflects a alienated behaviour. But one day, the bandage I was using in rehearsal to created the blindness felt down accidentally, so I asked myself: what do I have to do if I "see" the "reality"?

I think of Mexico with its corrupt government and politics. I think in all those Mexicans that we want to trust in our country but at same time we struggle against lies... I think along as the leaves continue changing colours, there's hope. There is a song from Cuban composer Silvio Rodriguez, where he says: I have realized that I lied, I have always lied...So, If I as an artist talk about lies, I should start asking myself: How many times I have lied? To reach audience into this theme from my own Mexican experience but in an open language, so they can read it from their own experiences. To do it without words. I hope all artists involved use this chance to be honestly artist connecting with audience. I hope freedom, craziness, passion, intelligence, fun will happen in both: artist and audience.

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
-THE END (BY THE DOORS)