What'd it about?
You walk into a dark room totally unsure of what to expect but then the fog machine queues up and the DJ's and lighting technicians take position and almost instantly that dark room is full of loud music, color and confetti. Throughout the show, there are breathtaking visuals that almost seem magical. Like people running through the air, women swimming in a pool above you, a man running through walls, the list goes on.
Fuerza Bruta means "brute force" in Spanish, which is the by far the best title.
What'd I experience?
Fuerza Bruta blew my mind.
When I first walked into that dark room with all these strangers I felt a bit scared and honestly I wasn't feeling it. But once the show ended, I felt a weird connection with the strangers around me. Fuerza Bruta didn’t affect me individually like a good novel or a movie, I believe it to be a shared feeling. A shared feeling brought on by the experience, one that spread through the audience like a warm blanket.
The rhythm of the music caused my heart to beat rapidly and in tune to the hard techno beat. The fantastical views above me and around me caused an open-mouthed smile to be plastered on my face. In those 80 minutes, I was so incredibly happy. I like to think that everyone else in the audience felt the same way too.
Once the show ended I was in shock. I had no idea what to do with myself. The fact that I had just walked into a room, experienced another world, and then was forced to leave and go about the rest of my day as if nothing happened - it felt unreal. I left that tiny little entrance way of the theater, I looked around Union Square, and I looked up at the Daryl Roth Theater and wondered “was that even real?”
Every time I experience something new, I can feel it change a small part of me. I have an inkling that maybe, just maybe, it might have to do with the fact that I am completely and irrevocably infatuated with art. It’s hard to wrap my head around it but art can be literally anything and everything. Whether it be menial tasks, a doodle by a 3 year old, or a good book or movie, or an awe inspiring show. Art is everywhere. The best art inspires a person, helps a person think, or maybe even helps a person forget.
Gardening is a great example. And I don’t mean the art of making sweet terrariums or cork buds but the actual making of a garden is so beautiful. My mother has the green thumb of a goddess. She’s so well known around the neighborhood because year after year she makes these wonderful vegetable gardens that surround and engulf our whole house. Every summer vines trail all around our home and an almost mythical green canopy leads up to our front door. It’s beautiful to see the way she starts off with just a space full of dirt and gook and to see that the amount of love, attention and care she throws into her garden is rewarded with our fridge being packed to the brim with squash. My mom wouldn’t consider what she does to be anything special but I feel like if anything deserves to be called art, it's her gardening.
Theater is an obvious examples of art. It takes a lot of talent to bring it together.
The amount of words that were spoken within those 80 minutes was minimal. Besides the saying "Fuerza Bruta Wayra" being repeated over and over again, I don't remember a touching quote or a monologue. Everything I felt was caused by the artful combination of music, lighting, and props. I felt so much, I was so connected and immersed that I didn't want to leave.
I feel so humbled and grateful to have had the chance to experience something like Fuerza Bruta. This show was an eyeopener for me to how wonderful the world can be. The experience tested me. It reminded me that this seemingly horrible world is and can be such a beautiful place if you just look at it at a different angle.
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