Lovers, 1925 Marc Chagall From the Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam |
All the exuberance of Youth here! |
Last
weekend, two grandsons, grown-up grandsons they would say, came to
stay for the weekend with their joined-at-the-hip girlfriends. This is a happily-anticipated
visit for me, one that is now established as a regular occurrence at
Christmas Market time. They do lots without me, thank God, but I see
lots of them too. This year, I was quietly amused to hear the boys
talking about buying flats, house renovation, décor etc. It seems
barely five minutes since they were little boys, often knocking hell
out of each other. Now the two boys, plus the absent bruv who was
busy taking out their Dad for a birthday treat that same weekend, all
seem to be easy, great friends. Oh the magic of the passing years!
AND the Lovely Foursome took me out and paid for a super meal. My cup runneth over!!
However,
it did cause me to consider the presence of Youth in my flat, and
indeed, in my life. From my happy upper slopes of ageing, to be a
close spectator of youth is remarkably entertaining and nourishing.
It confirms my own contentment somehow; to have young family members
who are striding confidently into the future, with harmonious
relationships, busy and fulfilling lives with successful, stable, professional
A rather furtive shot of the beginning of one sequence in December Dance. |
A joyful rabbit from an exhibition of Japanese posters in the Stedelijk Museum. Amsterdam. Rather thought this illustrated the point of joyful youth with its
hopes and dreams.
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On
Wednesday afternoon I was lucky enough to attend a dress rehearsal of
part of December Dance at the Concertgebouw. It
transpired that the totally fabulous performance was created and
performed by dance students from the Brugge Conservatoire. In a
completely different setting, I was again a privileged witness to the
bursting energy and creativity of Youth. The sheer exuberance,
multi-talents, joy and energy were stunning to behold and fully
deserved the standing audience ovation at the end. We left the
theatre with light hearts and steps, savouring, in retrospect, the
life-enhancing experience we had just had. I privately mused on my
reaction to a Jan Fabre dance production at the same theatre two or
three years ago when I was so bored I couldn’t wait to flee the
scene of the crime.
I
should mention that this
international dance festival for a general audience takes place every
year at the Concertgebouw in Bruges. It presents a balanced programme
of established artists and young up-and-upcoming talent which
is given
the opportunity to display its
creations on
the December Dance Platform. In the margins of the festival, December
Dance also presents readings, introductions and discussions.
Lithograph by Jean Chaissang 1931 of Josephine Baker, an eternal symbol of youthful exuberance. |