We first should tell you about an elf warrior called Caerlynn
and Lipou his ambassador , a being of silence with a marvelous
and tender power .
Caerlynn was born in the Year of '66 .As a descendant of an
old stock of inhabitants of the forest , dwelling near the
brook and as a friend of the denizens of the woods he happened
to be exiled in a too big town far from where the waters flow .
When he was 8 years old fortunately he saw this famous czech
theater from Prague called Spejbl
& Hurvinek ( created in 1930 by Josef Skupa )
Totally
captivated he decides to become a puppeteer .Starting with a couple of
2-stringed-wire marionettes he goes on to the famous Pelham
puppets (8 strings ) until his 11th year .He constructs his
first marionette at the age of 12 , gets his
first pay for his first show by 14 and quits school
by 15 to learn sculpture and the professional bases
of puppeteer art .
By
the age of 18 he chooses the travelling life and there learns the noble
arts and
crafts of the troubadours .
He
first crosses France by bike to find the brooks and forests again .He
happens to
get in touch with tinkers and the horses strength and nobility
charms him in time .
He proudly lives as a nomad travelling in summer in his horse-drawn
caravan and
lives in a mongolian jurt in the winter months .He makes himself
most of all he
needs and gives his show just following his nose .
Lipou
is born in 1992 during the wintercamp inside ( and beside ) the caravan
, right
in the face of the Pyrenees mountain range .He is the interior
elf and the very soul of Caerlynn filled with all the treasures
of the heart .
For
the summer season they all went down to Carcassonne .
There were Caerlynn ,Lipou ,three horses and a dog.Such were
the beginnings of the theater, a theater of life which enchanted
the cité of Carcassonne and its visitors for seven
years long .
It was a time for Caerlynn to go thoroghly through the techniques
of improvisation
and Lipou, who doesn't talk, took up more and more space to acquire
a real own personality. More than a simple puppet he acquires
a peerless charm and his mute tenderness calls out to this
simple , noble and pure part living inside each one of us .
He has the power to reach and to communicate with the very hearts
of the spectators who in the mean time become themselves
creators of beauty and magic .
This
is the incredible force and mystery of the 18-stringed marionettes ;they
enter
right to the heart of each one and every one answers and reacts
emotionally
according to his own story but always in a wonderful way .
That
is what Babichka means when she talks about the heart to heart language
.
150 people united around a couple of pieces of wood , material
and strings ,
radiant faces overflowing with joyful light - what nourishment
for the puppeteer .
In
1994 in the streets of old Carcassonne Caerlynn and Lipou met Psizivot,
a czech music group from Prague .Lipou loves dancing for hours
on this lively slavic gipsy music.After their first success
they decide to work together .
Babichka and Djedeczek (who later should become Master Wynfyd)
were created .
At
about the same time, Caerlynn started playing in medieval festivals .
In
1996 Gherkin and Lynda were made for the " Magical Ring " show.
1997
Master Wynfyd gets his strings what led in 1998 to the first version of
the
"Ring of the Ancients ", all created improvising
with the spectators .
Since that time the story has been considerably enriched
.
It
has now become to be a poetry of life for adults with or without their
children ; constantly new because of the interplay with the
public , the nomad life of the theater and the place where
it happens .
In
2002 the theater climbed up into a Pyrenean valley facing that steep rocky
mountain sight .
The
horse drawn caravan stopped a couple of days to play for about thirty
fortunate people living up there where water and air are pure
.
Florence
is one of those .Like the others she too is deeply moved .Never before
has
she seen marionettes of such a powerful expression and falls in
love
with Lynda the Fairy.
Florence adores the mountains and the horses too .For a while
now she has been thinking about travelling .Working as a nurse
in a retirement home, she knows for a long time that life
happens here and now .She is deeply touched by this puppeteer
who lives his art and his dream from day to day and takes us into
our own dreams .
A
solid friendship starts . Florence discovers the deep and magic essence
of the
18-stringed marionettes .
Rehearsing
for months with Lynda the Fairy under the advice of Master Caerlynn
she discovers the immensity of the possibilities of expressions
and the power
of this art .
By
the end of springtime 2003 the horse caravan takes off again to go west
and see
the northern coast of Spain. .Acting here and there , stopping
in a village or on a riverside, meeting with farmers,
workers and dreamers
(some worked on their dreams too ) .
But always these encounters are infinitely rich and come out
to be the real sense of a traveller's life .The horses pulled
the caravan all the way over to the Basque country. Mother
earth there appears as Mairi and the Basajaun is a moss-covered protector
of the forest .
These
very proud basque people received the caravan in a very lively manner
and reserved the heartiest welcome for it.Automn came and
after 800 km the theater
stops in "el païs de los trentis del musgosu y de
las hadas " in celtic Cantabria .
Once again we met people with open arms and thanks to a sort of
'snowball' effect
the show, recently translated into Spanish, went through the schools
and fairs of the land.
Two
shows were given in the institute of foreign languages in Santander (
one in french and the other in german - they didn't need to
get it in spanish there...) .
Twice the puppets appeared in the local television.
The
caravan came back to the northern Pyrenees in the springtime of 2004.
Filled up with the treasures of the journey - memories
,impressions , looks and glances , languages and
dialects old working techniques - new for us - these are our riches
.
All this came to found an association .A place of creativity
where elves and humans
can meet to drink squirrel milk , to dance and sing ,to tell stories
and to make them come true.
This
is a true one !

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