It was 2012.
My wife and I were standing at a souvenir shop somewhere in Vienna. Everything around us was decorated with Gustav Klimt’s “The Kiss”.
Lighters, umbrellas, plates, mugs, socks, handkerchiefs, countless unnecessary things, decorated with the image of lovers kissing on the edge of the abyss. So… drama somehow turned into a tragedy, we thought.
And the first thing I did when I returned home was reach out to the decorators and order an old, handmade patchwork blanket with reference to the picture. Thus began a project that I have been working on for 10 years.
The lovers, who are the central event of the ‘play’, fit into the proposed circumstances, which determine the nature of the scene.
It so happened, and I am not to blame, that the heroes began their journey, comfortably hiding from the outside world under a shabby blanket, and ending up, for now, in Ukrainian basements under the bombing of Russian missiles.
Of course, all this is staged, a theatre, but the events, era, time and place of the action, along with the life conditions of the characters, are genuine, slightly embellished by the author- that is, by me.
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