The past twelvemonth has been a time of far too many losses, with loved ones of long-standing fading and falling away. While it’s the time in my life when such things must be expected, 2018 has nevertheless been particularly brutal, and I’ve hated witnessing the cull in my circle.
Odd therefore that these two little creatures are playing so much on my mind. Perhaps it’s because of the strange alchemy of puppetry that wood, fashioned by a master and in the hands of the most incredible interpreters, can so astonishingly conjure animate life, tugging at our heartstrings and becoming so plausibly, heartrendingly real, that when I saw them being packed away by our producer at the end of the tour, with the hollow sense that I would not see them or hold them again (don’t ask), they somehow became the focus of all the losses of the year.
I miss them so much, and I wonder how such a thing can be. I suppose it’s because they are, after all, Pinocchio’s progeny, wood transformed into flesh and bone, and sap into blood. In order to believe in them, we make the puppets real, and I, who was one of their creators, find myself grieving over their absence from my life, more than I am comfortable with. That is both the miracle of making life out of nothing, and the curse.
Above: poet/librettist Simon Armitage, meets Gretel for the first time.
My heartfelt thanks to Jan Zalud (puppet-maker), Di Ford and Lizzie Wort (puppeteers) and Oonagh Creighton-Griffiths (puppet costumier), who shared in equal parts with me the creation of the puppets of Hansel and Gretel.
Fell in love with these little fella’s the first day you posted their pictures Clive. Congratulations on bringing them to life and sprinkling some magic onto so many people.
This is a beautiful entrance to the year, Clive. It has made me cry. Because, for me 2018 has been a difficult year, too, though with parts that saved it. And I know you have had similar parts that saved your year. Those beautiful ‘puppet children’ you have contributed to, will have been one of those parts, and they surely represent those absences you feel the most. But those loved ones that leave for ‘the other side’ also stay with us, held in our hearts, extensions of ourselves. And when needed, one feels they are still there to comfort and to cherish, and even to talk to…
Here in Madrid I was not able to listen to the BBC3 broadcast. I hope there will soon be a DVD, or better, a Blu Ray of the show, to watch and listen to again and again.
Meanwhile, I send you my best wishes for this New Year
I have to write to you about a certain something that was waiting for us at Ty Isaf when we returned home a couple of days ago from our Christmas adventures in France and New Year in Cardiff with friends. I will e-mail you very soon.
In the meantime, Peter and I wish you and Javier a year that will be consistently gentle and joyful. May 2019 be kind to all of us.
I will report back about the dvd later. We are in the process of sorting things out!
With warmest love and hugs, C + P