Amanda Echalaz made a convincing lovestruck teenager; touchingly awkward, then gustily
impulsive in the Letter Scene.
So much for art, which only comprehends the introversions of arches, lunettes, capitals, where the sunlight slowly floats up towards their rock-hung perches motes moths wings claws human hands fluttering prayers kites clapping gustily
to barefoot beaches, the tidiness of a carved by time discoloured eminence being magnetic to such poor untidy littles or nothings, bits and pieces, yet 'of such' is the highly esteemed 'kingdom of heaven', what else?
We are presented, for instance, with Icelandic sagas where dead spirits sing gustily
in their open barrows, Sami tales about wizards who sail across the seas on a bit of enchanted bone, works of art that purposely exploit and confound the similarities between ice and snow, the (post)industrial landscapes of Britain, and accounts of a dry Japanese river bed which divides this world from the next, and where one can here the sobbing of ghostly children.
Directed from the harpsichord by Peter Holman, the orchestra sounded gustily
authentic, with extremely well-mannered horns and some dashing string playing, once the uncertainties of the overture had been banished.