"Portrait with Flying Clock. Marc Chagall" became the main decoration of the "Puppet Quarter" project.
«А вы видели постановку Полтавского академического областного театра кукол про Шагала? Удивительно! Полнейший восторг! И актеры имеют внешнее сходство с персонажами! А игра?! Очень проникновенно!», – приблизительно так витебские театралы высказывались по поводу спектакля для взрослых «Портрет с летающими часами. Марк Шагал», который, вне всяких сомнений, стал главным украшением проекта «Кукольный квартал» на нынешнем «Славянском базаре».
Несмотря на то, что спектакль, повествующий об основных вехах жизни нашего знаменитого земляка, длился менее часа, он оставил неизгладимые впечатления у зрителей. Потому что все продумано до мелочей. Музыка. Световое оформление. Декорации. Лично у меня сложилось такое ощущение, что эта постановка не про Шагала, а самого Шагала. На мой взгляд, будь он режиссером, он рассказал бы про родной, непонимающий и не принимающий его Витебск начала XX века, кичливый Петербург, экстравагантный и многоликий Париж именно так: без диалогов, короткими, но очень емкими и точными репликами.
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Is this decent craft – art? What kind of artist is he? You can neither sell nor buy… It’s better to be a sales agent», – shrugged numerous aunts and uncles from Vitebsk. But Bella – muse, fiancée, wife – believed in the young artist’s talent. “Tell me, have you seen the one whom my soul loves!”, – the girl asked people when Chagall left for Petersburg, where he was showered with “a Jew, a stranger, a nobody”, and then for France.“
My name is Marc. I have a weak stomach and no money at all, but they say I have talent”, – the aspiring artist tried to introduce himself abroad. “A savage from Russia! Have you seen how his colors sing?” – exclaimed the French who knew a thing or two about art.“
I wander the world as if in a dense forest, sometimes on my feet, sometimes on my hands…», – Chagall's poems accurately convey his inner struggle, maturation, and development as an artist. Together with his beloved, on the flying clock of time, he crosses the boundaries of centuries and space. On this same clock, he constantly returns to his Homeland. In his thoughts. In his dreams. «Perhaps after Europe, my Russia will also love me», – Mark does not lose hope. But in response, he hears: «Tell me, why is everything blue? And why are cows flying in the sky? Why? Why?»… However, this question did not interest the audience at all, who watched the performance with bated breath, sometimes the silence was broken by friendly laughter, and at the end, the hall literally exploded with a storm of applause. And it's not surprising. Last year, at the International Theatre Festival «Belaya Vezha» in Brest, «Portrait with Flying Clocks. Marc Chagall» received an award for the best puppet theatre production.But, despite the fact that the performance has been in the Poltava repertoire for about four years, young actress Marina Bibla, for whom the role of Marc Chagall's beloved was her first serious work, analyzes her mistakes after each performance.
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Every performance is something new, it is a search for something within oneself, within others, within the actors who work with you, and, of course, within Chagall himself, – Marina admitted in an interview with a correspondent of "VV". – This is my first time in Vitebsk. I really liked the city, but I imagined it completely differently. Therefore, when I arrived, I didn't know whether to be disappointed or, conversely, delighted. Vitebsk turned out to be absolutely not a provincial town, but a European one. And I liked it very much. There are such kind-hearted people here, a warm welcome everywhere. And your audiences are somehow different: more theatrical, understanding. In Poltava, we rarely have performances for adults, so many people do not understand metaphors, irony. People leave after the show unsatisfied, and the actors feel uncomfortable because of this, but in Vitebsk everything is easy, understandable, and wonderful. And the audience was so open, and we opened up to them too, there was a mutual exchange of energy. Coming here is like a balm to my soul. And I don't want to leave…».Elena Sys, "Vitebskiye Vesti"