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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Target and Confetti Cakes



Have you been in a Target store recently?
If so then maybe you have seen some of my handiwork.


A few months ago I had the pleasure of working with the uber-creative design team behind the Target in-store ads for Valentine's Day! Since it is February, I thought it was time to share the awesome process I was apart of. I was asked to design cookies and cupcakes that complimented the look of the Target products. This was one of my first gigs as a food stylist but with my background in art, design and fashion (oh right... two books and ten years of cake making too) it all felt really natural.



Thanks to the amazing stylist Joe Maer for hiring me and my friend Mary from Cake girls for recommending me. Let me know if you have a chance to see the ads!


La Monnaie Parsifal - and now for something completely different

Will hopefully blog more tomorrow about the show (if not then on Tuesday). Singing was as awesome as I expected it to be since three from my short list of the most remarkable singers in 2010 participated in this show (A.Richards, T.J. Mayer, and T. Tómasson), joined by a superb Kundry sung by Anna Larsson. Maestro and the orchestra - terrific!


How to produce a relevant Parsifal after the shows by Herheim, Warlikowski, and Bieito? Well, ask Romeo Castellucci!

It is COMPLETELY different with respect to anything you've seen before. You have to see the show yourselves to make your own idea on what you think it is. Of course I will try and put in words what and how I saw it.

But before I get to that I must say that the second act of this show contains all the elements of good contemporary theater - something that will be remembered as theater circa 2010. It's a truly monumental piece of work that I wholeheartedly recommend to anyone to see. I am obviously thrilled to see that this theatrical form found its way to opera so soon.

Had a great seat but the pics I took aren't any good. Sorry! Above: Thomas Johannes Mayer, Anna Larsson, Hartmut Haenchen [take this Christian Thielemann! :)], Andrew Richards, Jan-Hendrik Rootering

The finale of this production however rubbed me the wrong way: climax is missing... the show ends "unspectacularly". I tried to spin and argue that it represents humanity in a hypnotic walk, a collection of individuals wandering aimlessly (which the postmodern society indeed is starting to look like), so it is natural that it ends... lost in space... wandering. Fine, but how do you reconcile that with the music? This lead me to believe that something's been cut out from the final act during the process of mounting this production.

Other than that, AWESOME SHOW!

Friday, January 28, 2011

Toy Story Birthday Cake

One way to make a character cake is to find coloring book images you like, place them in a clear ziplock bag and layer fondant shapes over the image. Use vanilla extract and a small paint brush to connect the pieces, then carefully lift the image with a spatula and place on a freshly buttercreamed cake. Take it slow though... or you'll have fondant pieces everywhere!

This was my technique for this Toy Story birthday cake. I then used fondant writers to finish the eyes and display the birthday greeting.

This cake took me about 3 hours to make... including kitchen clean-up (but not counting baking time).


Tags: Toy Story, Woody, Buzz Lightyear, Birthday Cake



Il barbiere di Parigi

Il barbiere di Siviglia, Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris, January 26 2011

Three protagonists of the show in Paris


Director ..... Emilio Sagi
Conductor ..... Jean-Christophe Spinosi

Il conte d'Almaviva ..... Bogdan Mihai
Figaro ..... Bruno Taddia
Rosina ..... Anna Stéphany
Don Bartolo ..... Tiziano Bracci
Don Basilio ..... Nicolas Courjal
Fiorello ..... Christian Helmer
Berta ..... Giovanna Donadini

Ensemble Matheus, Choeur du Châtelet

I don't know what kind of vibe exists between the artistic director of Théâtre du Châtelet and Emilio Sagi, but the fact is that every year one of only a few shows hosted by this house is directed by Sagi. While I liked his kitschy production of Die Feen [rocked by Christiane Libor, and amazingly conducted by Marc Minkowski!], unfortunately I cannot say the same thing about this Barbiere.

This is a 5 years old production premiered at Teatro Real in Madrid,  DVD-ed soon after, shown on the French natl TV, and countless times rerun on Mezzo TV. Why Châtelet purchased this production, rather than some other less media-exposed one, is beyond me.

It would be too cruel to compare it with a brilliant Barbiere given at Opéra Bastille every second year (also available on DVD.) The Sagi-show is not funny, the jokes are too naive, and is filled with the Broadway-shows tics: improvisations, dancing parts... In the second part it is colorful --lots of colors in the eyes of the crowd always works on the curtain calls-- but deep down there is nothing to retain from this production.

More than anything this show was supposed to be interesting because of Bogdan Mihai's Conte Almaviva. He was a baritone who converted to a brilliantly sounding tenor under the supervision of Mirella Freni [see this video!], and everyone seems to be gushing over him these days calling him a major wunderkind in the world of opera. I very much liked his singing at the premiere of Herheim's Rosenkavalier in Stuttgart, when I first time heard for him and realized he was a beloved tenor there.

And so, even though I knew the Sagi-show would be cheesy, I decided to go and listen to the live performances of the main singers, especially Mihai's.

I guess Bogdan was obliged to scale down his voice because Châtelet scheduled 5 shows in 8 days (sic!). In terms of intensity and volume he was still good, but nowhere near the level of Juan Diego Florez or Antonino Siragusa, for example. Instead, his technique and his trills are incomparable with anyone: he could outsings everyone in business -- including Cecilia Bartoli. Hopefully we will get to see more of him and in more convenient conditions for him to fully display the richness of his undeniable talent. Anna Stéphany was a totally new name for me. A beautifully colored mezzo, at ease with this role, who spared herself much less than Bogdan. Brava! But the most impressive of them all was Bruno Taddia, who was really giving his best. His scenic engagement is backed by strong singing and if we listened to a better sung "Largo al factotum", his overall Figaro sounded excellent. He definitely carried the show on his shoulders and the crowd at the end rewarded him with the loudest applause.

Jean-Christophe Spinosi got a chance to conduct this opera, after having been rejected by the musicians at La Scala last June. His orchestra started off not so well, but improved as the show went along and were actually quite good in the last part.

Three production photos:

Taddei

Rosina and Almaviva

This is when the show is already over, and the crew play an extra choreography for the crowd --> Châtelet is definitely a music-hall...

My cc pic:
Stephany, Spinosi, Taddia, and Mihai



Trailer:


a short clip on France3 TV:




and a YT video with Juan Diego Florez irresistibly singing Cessa di piu resistere filmed in the same production but at the time it was premiered in Madrid.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Premiere of Die Liebe der Danae in Berlin

Die Liebe der Danae/The Love of Danae, Deutsche Oper Berlin, January 23 2011


Conductor ..... Andrew Litton
Director ..... Kirsten Harms
Chorus master ..... William Spaulding

Jupiter ..... Mark Delavan
Merkur ..... Thomas Blondelle
Pollux ..... Burkhard Ulrich
Danae ..... Manuela Uhl
Xanthe ..... Hulkar Sabirova
Midas ..... Matthias Klink
Four Kings ..... Paul Kaufmann, Clemens Bieber, 
" ..... Nathan De’Shon Myers, Hyung-Wook Lee
Semele ..... Hila Fahima
Europa ..... Martina Welschenbach
Alkmene ..... Julia Benzinger
Leda ..... Katarina Bradic


Chor der Deutschen Oper Berlin
Orchester der Deutschen Oper Berlin

Even though this was not his last opera, poor Richard Strauss never saw The Love of Danae fully staged. To our days this remains one of the most rarely performed of his operas [OK there is Guntram too but that's so bad that I wouldn't even count it in.] Luckily Deutsche Oper Berlin (DOB) decided to complete their series of Strauss-rarities and unveiled a new production of Die Liebe der Danae last Sunday.
Two years ago the same house presented one of their best productions in years,  Die ägyptische Helena (The Egyptian Helen), wonderfully crafted by Marco Arturo Marelli,  amazingly conducted by Andrew Litton, and with Laura Aikin & Ricarda Merbeth singing the main parts. That brilliance was unexpected: very often they present us the lesser known operas of some famous composers, announce them as unjustly forgotten masterpieces, and in the end we often realize that it would have been better if these operas were left in peace, forgotten... So, heading to DOB I tried not to expect much, but somewhere deep down I expected it to be comparable to The Egyptian Helen.

Now, to me Danae is musically far less appealing - not because it is less beautiful, but mostly because its first two acts sound like concocted leftovers from previous operas by Strauss. An important difference, however, is that Danae contains larger chorus parts, and since the DOB chorus is famous for its brilliance, the first two acts were musically pleasant anyway. The most wonderful element of this show is definitely its conductor, Andrew Litton, who demonstrated a rare mastery in almost analytically shaping up the Straussian sound. Like in The Egyptian Helen, he managed to give depth to the orchestra so that you could discern all the sound-patterns which --when combined-- give you that complex but soothly music [so Richard Strauss-ian.] Not less important is the fact that the orchestra was all the time perfectly in sync with singers without ever getting even close to drowning them, despite Litton's use of every opportunity to kick some extra decibels into interludes. That man is a great Straussian conductor!

If you say you see no big guns on the above cast list, then you do not know much about Manuela Uhl who is a superb Straussian soprano, whose voice beautifully matured over the past several years and became 'plain-er', chromatically richer,  and also bigger. She should be wonderful in the role of The Marschallin too.

It is always great to see a singer who can sing the role of Wotan doing one of the tricky Straussian roles. It requires more vocal flexibility and when it works, that power by which he can sing is definitely irresistible. That's how Mark Delavan sang the role of Jupiter in this production. Fantastic!

Compared to these two, a nicely sung Midas by Matthias Klink appeared somewhat small. A smaller but still a major role in this opera is that of Merkur, very well sung by Thomas Blondelle. Other smaller roles were very good too.

Less impressive side of the production is direction. Kirsten Harms is a mighty lady who managed to save DOB from the ax of local and federal authorities. She kept the house afloat, succeeded in organizing some brilliant shows to be created in that house, and make DOB back to the very top of European operatic horizon. Her own shows, however, are not my cup of tea. Yes, her recent Tannhäuser was downright bad, but her production of Elektra was fine. What about Danae?

Well, the first act started off wonderfully, with a bunch of creditors coming  to 'invade'  the house of  Pollux, and seize his numerous art objects - paintings and sculptures. The last thing to seize would be his piano, which they reverse and then that piano is pulled up towards the upper edge of the stage, and it will stay stuck up there until the end of the show. At first I thought it was supposed to suggest a key moment when we were entering the world of fantasies (everything goes upside down.) Wrong! With the return to reality in Act 3 the piano remained stuck to the ceiling. And so I'm still wondering what her point would be.  A sign of bad luck, a permanent danger that it may fall on your head? In any case I missed the point she was making (if there was any!) The rest of the show is pretty much narrative, which was fine with me since I've never seen this opera before. However,  several dramatically dead long moments were menacing to drag us to the edge of boredom.

Act-3 is the musical beauty on its own. Scenically the bared walls from the previous acts were made fall inwards and the action is happening on those ruins [Kirsten Harms later explained that she wanted to make a parallel with Germany after WW2. Far fetched? Yes, it is!] The chorus of impoverished people will appear and Jupiter will have an outburst of rage (add here a bunch of fake lightnings and lots, lots of steam... I mean a lot!) and he [Jupiter] eventually understands that love will be deeply human a feeling that he, as a God, will never be able to comprehend or experience... and so he bids farewell to the mankind. Sigh...

So, all in all, I was glad to see this Strauss, but it is not really an opera I would be thrilled to come back to any time soon. If you are in Berlin these days, do give it a shot: Litton, Uhl, Dalaven, and that chorus are definitely good reasons to see the show. And yes, Act 3 is a gem.

Since there is no synopsis on the Wikipedia-page of this opera, I attached below a well summarized synopsis from the leaflet we were given at DOB.

The production photos are all ©DOB:










What happened before:
Jupiter, the Father of the Gods, has fallen in love with the young Danae, daughter of Pollux, King of Eos. In order to avoid being found out by his jealous wife Juno, he devises a stratagem, as has already happened several times before.
He makes a pact with the poor donkey herd Midas, in which Midas, if he helps Jupiter to attain his desire, will be rewarded with the talent of turning everything which he touches into gold. In return, Jupiter expects Midas to lend him his form; Midas has to play the role of the messenger Chrystopher. If Juno turns up unexpectedly, Jupiter can resume his own form at any time. Condition to Midas: he is by no means allowed to try and win Danae's love for himself.
The wealth accumulated through his talent of turning objects into gold quickly makes Midas a famous man, and he is crowned king of Lydia.

First Act
Pollux, who loves magnificence but is bankrupt, is being pursued by his creditors. He dreams of his daughter Danae making a rich marriage, and tries to soothe his creditors with this promise.
Danae dreams of a golden rain which falls into her lap, and rhapsodizes about it to her servant Xanthe.
Pollux' nephews, who were away with their wives looking for suitors for Danae, return with gifts from the richest man in the world: along with a golden portrait of Danae, they bring a bough which Midas has turned into gold. The court and creditors succumb to a gold frenzy.
Midas is expected -- but his messenger Chrystopher appears instead. He brings Danae a golden robe of honor. She falls in love with him, and he too is unable to resist his feelings for her: the feelings of the richest man in the world would be inconstant, but despite his evil secret, Chrystopher's feelings would last forever.
Jupiter, disguised as Midas, enters with great pomp and is received ceremonially. Danae recognizes this supposed "Midas" as the originator of her dream of golden rain, and falls down in a faint.

Second Act
The nuptial chamber is ready for the wedding night; Semele, Europa, Alkmene and Leda, who were formerly Jupiter's lovers are now the wives of Pollux' nephews, see through Jupiter's Midas disguise. Their jealousy is aroused as they hear how Jupiter describes his feelings for Danae as much deeper. Jupiter is suspicious of the tremendous impression that Midas as Chrystopher has obviously made on Danae.
As Danae approaches the bridal chamber, Jupiter disappears -- not without reminding Midas of the pact: should he break it, the god will transform him back to the poor donkey herd which formerly he was. In his anger, he also transforms Midas' talent into a curse.
Midas puts on Jupiter's clothing. Shortly afterwards, Danae and Midas are alone for the first time. They admit their love for each other, until Midas finally forgets himself and embraces her with a kiss. With a roll of thunder, Danae becomes solid gold.
Angry but certain of victory, Jupiter requests Danae to decide in favor of one of the two men, for the lord of her dreans or for the poor donkey herd Midas. Danae declares her love for Midas. Glowering, the god curses them to eternal life.


Third Act
The dream is over. Danae and Midas awake from a deep sleep. Forsaken by Jupiter's favor, Midas is again poor. He tells Danae of the pact with Jupiter. Danae and Midas move on.
Mercury visits Jupiter, who is becoming increasingly pensive and melancholy, and irritates him by telling him of the Olympian gods' amusement about Jupiter's unsuccessful adventure.
The four queens then enter and fawn on Jupiter. As he finally gets rid of them, Pollux comes with his creditors and hurls wild reproaches at "Midas". Jupiter frees himself from them by giving them money. Afterwards, Mercury convinces Jupiter to carry on the adventure with Danae.
Danae, who in her poverty is experiencing the dream of her real happiness, is visited by Jupiter, who again appears to her as Midas did formerly and pretends to be a customer. Danae invites him to stay; she praises that god who bestowed the happiness of realization in poverty. In order to make a gift to her guest, she parts with the last of her remaining gold.
Jupiter has to realize that as a god, he can never experience that intangible gift of true human love which he has created; leaving his fatherly blessings, he says farewell to mankind forever.
Danae looks forward with joy to Midas' return.

The following curtain call pics are mine:

Semele, Europa, Alkmene, and Leda

Hulkar Sabirova, Burkhard Ulrich, and Thomas Blondelle

Matthias Klink, Kirtsen Harms, and Manuela Uhl

Andrew Litton and Mark Delavan

and finally the pics after the premiere:

Kirsten Harms

Andrew Litton and William Spaulding

Manuela Uhl

Matthias Klink and Mark Delavan

Since there is no video trailer, to get a (vague!) idea about this music listen to Leontyne Price singing Danae [if you can factor out the technical oldness of this recording!]

A few days prior to my trip to Berlin I've thrown this recording on my iPod and I'm glad to recommend it.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

La Monnaie Parsifal approaching fast

Very likely the most important Wagnerian event this year -- Parsifal, directed by Romeo Castellucci and conducted by Hartmut Haenchen-- should open in two days, Thursday January 27, at La Monnaie/De Munt in Brussels.


Romeo is one of the artistically most fascinating theater directors today but he is a newbie when it comes to opera producing. Maestro Haenchen, on the other hand, is one of the very best Wagnerian conductors of our time, who in this configuration is also in charge of protecting the musical awesomeness of this opera. The antagonism is then easily generated which in fact --when properly tuned-- can be a booster to all creative spirits involved in this production.

We learned from three different sources that the creative process of mounting this production was indeed difficult. So difficult that the house's intendant --and infinitely cool-- Peter de Caluwe had to step in to remedy a few delicate situations, and to re-establish a good balance between theatrical and musical sides of the production.

Ah, passionate people exercising their passion... This Parsifal looks more and more promising to me [watch the birth of this production through a series of videos on La Monnaie website .]

I'll see the second show (next Sunday), and yes  I can't wait!


Below are some rehearsal photos [© ???], in addition to a text by Romeo Castellucci, written before the rehearsal process had begun. 


Romeo Castellucci



Hartmut Haenchen

 Eco-friendly Amfortas: Thomas Johannes Mayer

Beardless & unrecognizable Parsifal: Andrew Richards

Still wearing the apron from Die Meistersinger at the Komische?! : Tómas Tómasson

Intriguing...

...and cool

Anna Larsson



... I tried to forget everything I knew. I put myself in the position of someone who does not know anything. So I closed my eyes and listened once, twenty times and then one hundred times to this music, this thing. Again and again. I slept. I ran through the whole of Parsifal in a state of amnesia, from the beginning to the end. A title like this requires a vision which comes from the deep, which tries to encompass everything, not an illustrative strategy. In a way I can say that in order to be faithful we must first forget Parsifal, lose it, and then finally rediscover it. Like new.
Through this repeated listening I managed to expand the material, to multiply the facets of the prism, to reach the maximum tension of the skin, to create an interplay between the parts of the story. Music, like the flow of a river, carried within me the universal and anonymous images of the mind. I saw things. I saw the immense face of the Philosopher who, more than others, considered Music as an essential part of life and who was able to love/hate the Musician better than others. I saw the dance of an albino snake, like the metaphor of His (Wagner's) music, and how his poison could become a medicine. I saw a great wood, a forest which was melting like ice on the ground. I saw men hiding in the wood, not because they are hunters, but because they tremble with fear. I saw two human beings who first sought each other and then pushed each other away and then found each other once more because they really need one another: Kundry and Parsifal. I saw Parsifal's lust for life change into the ontological fear of being - of being born, and the error in all this. The error which becomes a digression.
I saw a clean white room, and an evil magician who conducted the music of emotions; I saw the terrible name of the poisons which kill men. I saw some women tied up and suspended in the air like objects of purely spiritual contemplation.
I saw the female sex of the mother shine like the icy and immobile centre of the drama.
I saw a city overthrown. And then he still walked and the path was his prayer.
I saw city pigeons, but not one white dove. I did not see a chalice, or a sacred spear, or false Middle Ages. I did not see the blood of a race. I did not see a new man. I did not see a people, nor a community, but an anonymous crowd that walked and in the midst of it there I was too. I did not manage to see a swastika, even in the depths, but nor did I see a Christian cross, for that matter.
I saw a lot of pain and in the end - only in the end - I saw the Open appear.
This Parsifal begins in the mountainous forest and ends in the city. The city has always been the tragic setting for human experience. It represents the community at its highest level and represents the ugliness of community life which reaches the individual right at the heart of the crowd, when he notices that he cannot truly communicate: this is a solitude which is more dense and profound, which hits when you are at the heart of a society which you belong to, but from which you feel deeply and definitively separate. The tragic look at the ugliness of the city can transform horror into the revelation of a very new beauty. Tragedy has always fed upon the ugliness of life.
Parsifal is not a category. It is not a thing. It is not a name. It seems to be a verb, a process of evolution, a function that is integral to the universe. His steps are blows with no ego. He represents the anonymous power of man; a man, him, he who has no name, the pure fool.
Impure in what is pure, pure in what is impure.

Premiere of Tristan und Isolde in Weimar

Tristan und Isolde, Nationaltheater in Weimar, January 22 2011



Karsten Wiegand ..... Director
Stefan Solyom ..... Conductor

Franco Farina ..... Tristan
Marion Ammann ..... Isolde
Hidekazu Tsumaya ..... König Marke
Tuija Knihtilä ..... Brangäne
Sebastian Noack ..... Kurwenal
Alexander Günther ..... Melot
Szabolcs Brickner ..... A shepherd/A young sailor
Andreas Koch ..... A steersman

Staatskapelle Weimar, Chorus of DNT Weimar 


Tristan und Isolde is to me the most beautiful piece of music ever to be composed. It so deeply reflects the conflict between rational and irrational that characterizes every human soul... It subtly emphasizes that delightfully scary side of ours' which in some circumstances can shake and destroy all our life principles -- make us do impossible, be it constructive or destructive, and thereby make us change as persons. Musical appeal of this glorious piece comes from the fact that it is never assessed as a statement, it never reaches a plateau or closes a circle. Instead it is a perpetually changing structure, its shape is constantly being enriched by yet another leitmotiv and so it evolves. Better still, you --as a listener-- can never fully seize it, never fully understand it...

I guess that's what makes this opera so hard to stage. If you try and make it too descriptive you will necessarily trivialize its content and diminish its musical impact on a listener. If, on the other hand, you try and project your own perception or fantasy of this opera, you will be putting your own frame to the music and --so constrained-- the whole thing will not fly off to cut through to the listener's subconsciousness. Perhaps more than other operas, I believe Tristan is suitable for a Bob Wilson's kind of theatrical language. Unfortunately I am not aware of any Bob Wilson's production of Tristan, but I know about two others that came this close to what I believe would be a 'winner'.  Christof Loy was an inch to the sublime in Act-1 of his show in London a couple of years ago, but then fell apart in the middle of Act-2. Marthaler's Tristan in Bayreuth was very close too but in a way almost complementary to Loy's. They both managed to  set a stage action as contours without ever impeding the musical impact. Apparently during the first year of Marthaler's show in Bayreuth, Tristan and Isolde never touched each other. Later on, after so much talk and outrage by some (judgmental) Wagnerites, Marthaler was forced to revise his Act-2 and the result is what you can now find on DVD [when in right mood for this opera, please do watch this DVD!]

Tristan und Isolde is obviously a huge challenge for singers and rare are those who are capable of singing it really good. While we are lucky to live in an era of several great Isolde's (Waltraud Meier, Nina Stemme, but also Katarina Dalayman, Irene Theorin, and quite a few other fantastic Wagnerian sopranos), the role of Tristan seems to be a tough cookie for heldentenors of our time. Stephen Gould will hopefully rise to a challenge, but so far it was just too difficult, too energy-draining... although Clifton Forbis, Robert Gambill, Ian Storrey... delivered admirable performances.
This is why Franco Farina's Tristan made such a mind blowing impression on all of us who were in Weimar for the premiere of the new production by Karsten Wiegand. You normally expect the heldentenors to mature, to explore various Wagnerian roles before taking on probably the greatest operatic role,  which is Tristan. Franco Farina's career was revolving around Verdian roles, and I thought his Tristan-adventure would end after Act-1 of Saturday's premiere; if not then after the second act I though he would simply run out of gas. How wrong was that!? He sang the role gloriously, fearlessly attacking every note, and riding on the orchestra in full voice at every stage of the show. Act-3 was just incredible because when you'd expect him to lose in intensity he seemed to add an extra blast of energy! I hope he can figure out how to redistribute his energy better to be able to keep singing this role so well for more than a few shows. Otherwise, singing a series of 8-10 shows the way he sang this premiere is simply not humanly possible.

While Farina was the biggest surprise --which, somewhat funnily, has set the reserved German crowd into an uncontrolled outburst of "Bravo"-s during the curtain call--  not less surprising was Isolde by  Marion Ammann. Her voice is perhaps not as beautiful as Nina Stemme's but her Isolde possesses a rare quality of Wagnerian sopranos: every word that woman utters is perfectly understandable. Also praise-worthy is her faculty to reach effortlessly all the high notes without lowering her vocal volume. The most impressive part of her performance, however, was the fact that she sustained that high voltage singing throughout the entire evening. Tuija Knihtilä's Brangäne is impressively powerful too although her pronunciation was not nearly as good as Marion's. Sebastian Noack's Kurwenal sounded very well too.

It is of course a treat for any good orchestra to perform Tristan. Stefan Solyom is apparently beloved in this house (he's the house's musical director), and one cannot deny him a quality of trying to make this score sound a little different. I am not sure I liked the fast paced Act-1 or the weirdly redistributed sound in Act-3, but you must salute his audacious reading that makes Tristan sound different ["refreshing" would not be a right word to use, but you get where I'm aiming at...]

As for Karsten Wiegand... it was difficult for me to say much right after the show. I very much liked Act-1, which is focused onto a huge bed on which Isolde is getting rid of her wedding gown to tell her story to Brangäne. Right behind them is a huge window shutter through which you can see Tristan's ship with sailors on it (including a prostitute.) Tristan will finally come to Isolde and after they've drunk the love-potion, the flow of growing love is interrupted by the arrival of King Marke -- who comes with his cheery suite, ready to celebrate the King's marriage to Isolde. Brangäne is busy helping reluctant Isolde to put the wedding dress back on, and pulls her away from Tristan.


Act-2 started off wonderfully...

until Tristan showed up. He entered the stage on a small golden boat (on wheels!) and the moment he stepped out of it,  hundreds of colored party ribbons spooled out from above the stage. A detail? Maybe, but it screwed up my attention. Seriously, what's the point? To picture that the two live in their world in which everything is so sweet and colory?! Why wouldn't you put a little steam instead?


Then during "O sink' hernieder, Nacht der Liebe" they lay down in that boat  (floating?!)... Finally Marke arrives from hunting, and bang -- the love scene is interrupted, King's people are horrified, Marke is heart-broken. The scene in which Tristan accuses Melot of being in love with Isolde of course culminates with Melot stabbing Tristan, but here it is particularly well guided because Wiegand decided Melot in this production was a catholic priest -- a Cardinal, in fact. Isn't that idea just brilliant?! Perfectly fitting the story!


Act-3 is depicting the life of Tristan. On the stage that is turning around its vertical axis, he goes from one room to another as if they were compartments of his life, his childhood (stuffed sheep are all over the place), his mother... but also his desires, and his unrealized dreams. Replicas of Isolde --woman in a wedding dress-- surround the bed we saw in Act-1, wrap it in tulle (bridal illusion), and suddenly the blood sprinkle all over the place [that's his unrealized dream], which is basically where his story breaks, and soon after Isolde would step in to sing "Mild und leise wie er lächelt", to  join him in death -- death that becomes life to their love. While Tristan was going through his life, the stage was progressively populated by "men in black" -- the death.


So there are nice ideas, the flow is good and it is a pleasant (even if a bit too descriptive) show. I don't know if it is Wiegand or his stage designer [Bärbl Hohmann] "to blame" for the party ribbons, golden cushions on silly-wheeled boat, or for too much stuffed sheep... These unnecessary details only reinforce my statement from the beginning of this post: You should not be totally explicit in your intentions when directing Tristan [corollary: assume the public is able to understand your intentions even when they come from little suggestive gestures among the characters.]

In spite of these too explicit details that spoil the pleasure of riding high with music, and after thinking some more about the show, I did like Wiegand's production. Hopefully they will find money for a DVD release of this show --with these singers, this orchestra [but please without colored ribbons or that silly boat.]

Here is a lot of production photos [© Candy Welz and Bernd Uhlig]:

















and the curtain call pics taken by Yours Truly:


Franco Farina

Marion Ammann

Hidekazu Tsumaya - King Marke (a "death" guy next to him, the replica brides behind)

Tuija Knihtilä - Brangäne

Alexander Günther (Melot) and Sebastian Noack (Kurwenal)



Stefan Solyom

Karsten Wiegand

Isolde & Tristan

Nice theater from the outside. The statues in front are those of...

Goethe and Schiller, who both lived/created and died in Weimar

Auditorium

Pleasant space to spend time during intermissions...

"Foyer"

Not to forget why I was there :)