“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou
English may not be your first language, some of the words may be new and strange, “what do words mean anyway”. When you come and watch this production, I hope we make you feel like you’ve had a wonderful evening, and make you want to come and see us again and again and again…
Last night on TV Tarja Halonen asked us to join her in a common cause, to build one million new homes.
I’m in! Building one million homes, albeit small homes, even as small as a bird’s home, is a wonderful thing. The thought that they’re here in the summer, for some midsummer madness, and then fly south for a warmer winter, and that somehow my box made it possible for the little bird to fly to Africa.
Soft change – the gift of giving; creating a common culture through small acts of kindness – change.
So what do birds and bird boxes and “change” have to do with The God of Carnage? The character that I portray, Veronique, is keenly aware of the world around her, near and far. She worries about where the world is going, and is trying to make a difference. She has a naïve wish to make the world a better place, and in her sometimes fierce, assertive way, she is like a bull in a china shop.
She is trying to make the world a better place, and as with everything in life she succeeds only to a degree. Her desire to build a good home, build a better future is “something to be acknowledged”, as Alain says, but the way she goes about it is annoying to say the least. She is like many of us; she believes she is in the right, tries to convince others of her vision, and when she doesn’t succeed in changing other people’s opinions, she resorts to the next level.
I tell my kids that swearing is your inability to express yourself in words; raising your voice and shouting is because you can’t control your emotions and use words to explain. Loss of self control. I recognise Veronique, and yes, I recognise myself. Aren’t we all as imperfect as she is, we don’t always know how to express ourselves.
I’ve had great fun these past few months exploring the feelings and motives behind the characters in this play. I am thankful for this time. I hope you can laugh, inwardly or right out loud, and enjoy our portrayal of an afternoon with the Reilles and Vallons!
After the shows are over, I will build a bird box. If you know where or how, let me know. If you’re interested in finding out, contact me, let’s find out together. We should have just enough time to do it, before they start nesting in earnest.