We promised that this summer you would enjoy street theatre. 😊
We are also delighted with the warm reception of Lviv Voskresinnia Theatre’s performances at the theatre festivals in Pitești and Târgoviște, Romania. 🇷🇴
“On Friday evening, the City Hall Square was filled with light, fire, and emotion – Gloria, the extraordinary performance by the Lviv Voskresinnia Theatre (Ukraine), officially opened the 3rd edition of the International Street Theatre Festival in Pitești.”
BABEL 2025. Tristețe și bucurie, viață și moarte, legendă și realitate, transpuse gestual în spectacolul „Gloria”.
I watched with great attention, fascinated and with tears in my eyes, the performance “Gloria” by the Lviv Voskresinnia Theatre from Ukraine. Directed by Yaroslav Fedoryshyn. Something truly astonishing. Actors, acrobats, dancers, and mimes alike, standing confidently on stilts as if from another world, showed the several hundred residents of Târgoviște gathered last night in Mihai Viteazul Square how complex the art of theatre is and how much effort, talent, and passion it requires.
To perform for 45 minutes in constant motion, without a single pause, shifting from one state to another in an unbroken chain of situations – that is phenomenal! To offer the audience, through gestures of deep significance, the history and tradition of a nation, its struggles and suffering, both past and present – using fire as the main element of encoding and decoding the spectacle, along with smoke, fireworks, costumes and other props, music, and choreography. To show love, trust, hope, simplicity, and naturalness that today seem almost lost. To guide the audience – like in a visual ballad – through the passage of a nation’s history, with all its meanings, sources, roots, legends, and mysterious rituals.
The wedding and its enduring bonds, then birth, the conception of children and the joy brought by new shoots of life. Walking with children in strollers, the calm and ordinary everyday life. And then everything darkens. Peace collapses into an abyss. Fires ignite. The smell of gunpowder fills the air. People’s faces become sad, lost. Strollers, once pushed forward with hope, when the sound of gunfire erupts, are slowly pulled back, heavy with sorrow and despair. The stage of life takes on the form of a funeral march.
Then comes that moving dance of hearts engulfed in flames. An epic of sadness and joy, of life and death. A brilliant performance that could be read by each person with their eyes and their soul. Words would only have taken away from the profound substance of the play. Obagila Ion incomod-media.ro