Sometimes writing is a way of making sense of the world as I experience it. But my writing is also meant as a ‘conversation’. Meaning is created partly through the eyes of the reader or the audience and my work doesn’t try to show the truth, but can contain many.
– Stella van Lieshout
Leading off with some basics, where are you from? And where are you at?
SvL: My name is Stella van Lieshout. I grew up in a small town near the coast in the Netherlands, lived in London for a year in 2012/2013, spent 3 months living in Kathmandu and currently I’m preparing to go to Malta for two months as a writer-in-residence.
What does Reflection and Response mean to you?
SvL: To me, reflection and response are extremely important during the writing process and even after the play is finished. I write alone and preferably night after night, but there are always several moments where I discuss the play or story with different people from different backgrounds to sharpen my thoughts and get valuable feedback to make it even better. The best ideas are often created with more than one mind.
Staging the play after writing is continuously reflecting and responding as new ideas and thoughts emerge from the minds of the director, actors and designers and through working with the material itself. And these connections are extremely valuable and can teach you a lot of new things.
Reflection also means hiking. I’ve walked a couple of long-distance paths and for me it is a way of processing experiences and reflecting upon them, while discussing with myself along the way.
How does your work fit in with that definition?
SvL: I write a lot about people who feel stuck and lost or are trying to find a sense of belonging. My characters usually have strong beliefs and dare to question. Through these characters I can reflect on life and respond to issues that are important to me from different points of view. Sometimes writing is a way of making sense of the world as I experience it.
But my writing is also meant as a ‘conversation’. Meaning is created partly through the eyes of the reader or the audience and my work doesn’t try to show the truth, but can contain many.
What else have you been working on recently? What are you looking to work on next?
SvL: The last play I wrote (and directed) was a play for a group of young actors (19-24) in Kathmandu, titled “+2, The School of Life”. In the play, a group of friends forms ‘The School of Life’. It’s a secret society where they learn everything they find important to life, but don’t learn in school. The play was written in English and then translated and performed in Nepali, an amazing experience.
Fragment from “+2, The School of Life”, 2014
SCENE 8. WHEN THE GIRL WANTS IN.
The Narrator walks up on stage and comes really close to the audience. In the back, THE BOY and THE GIRL dance, without touching each other.
In the last few months there were so many cups of tea
That even I lost track of time
She had been afraid to let him know
that she had been following him
He was afraid to tell her what he was doing
And so they spoke about all and more,
but never about the School of Life.
It was something that slept between their dreams
So they could never be close enough
THE GIRL AND THE BOY have stopped dancing. She looks very serious.
THE GIRL: I want in
THE BOY: You can’t
THE GIRL: Do you want people to find out?
THE BOY: You wouldn’t
THE GIRL: Wouldn’t I?
THE BOY: You don’t even know what it is we are doing
THE GIRL: I know nobody is allowed to know.
That should be enough
THE BOY: You have nothing. No proof.
Besides, It’s not like we’re doing anything illegal
THE GIRL: You call it the School of Life
And you really believe nobody will be mad?
That they just allow you to think, dance and speak out loud?
And in the middle of the night…You must be joking!
THE BOY: Can’t you just leave it?
THE GIRL: I want in
THE BOY: No girls allowed
THE GIRL: Girls are also a part of life
THE BOY: You got me there
THE GIRL: You have no reason not to let me in
THE BOY: Can you dance?
THE GIRL: I think so
THE BOY: Where is Paris?
THE GIRL: In Europe. France. Too far away.
THE BOY: What do you dream of?
THE GIRL Doing the impossible
THE BOY: All right. Can’t say no to that.
Guess you’re in.
THE GIRL: Guess I am
THE BOY: See you tonight
Bring your dancing shoes
THE GIRL: I will.
Girl turns around, ready to walk away.
THE BOY: Wait! You need to go to…
The girl turns back again and looks at him
THE GIRL: I know where you’re hiding
Currently I’m working on a play about six people surviving death after ‘the others’ burned down their town. In June and July I’ll write a new play as a writer-in-residence for a theater – Teatru Salesjan – in Malta, where we’re looking beyond the borders of culture and writing. I’m very excited to see what comes out of that project.
Who or what inspires you?