A slackwirewalker
travels around the world and performs wherever she is
invited to do so.
She starts to set up her wire
but interrupts herself continously as she must tell the
audience the stories she heard on the road. While she
sets up the wire the odds and ends become a washhouse, a
cellar, a cottage, fire even... Slackwire walking becomes
secondary. The stories come to the foreground.
In India there is a tradition,
which says that on a certain day of the year you must
tell the story of the Sun God, bringing luck to the
person that hears it. It sometimes happens that you can't
find a listener, somebody who will listen to your story,
and your search is in vain. But finally you meet a
pregnant woman who is prepared to listen. She is tired
after toiling the whole day and falls asleep right at the
beginning of the story. But the tiny person in her womb
listens and will be born a lucky person.
Like the Indian story teller,
the slackwire walker needs to tell her stories. They are
old tales that have occured at all times.
Tales have always fascinated
Masha. She shares this passion with her grandmother (on
her father's side), who has transmitted to her a rich
treasure of old stories.
She often finds refuge in the
magic of tales and finds herself coming up with certain
stories at certain moments.