Under Baraka’s Umbrella

It assists in the last decades, profound changes of paradigms in the arts; and the theatre, which can be adapted to your environment, is no stranger to these transformations. The dramaturgy classic is replaced by another debtor of the culture of the image where the principles of canonical lurch to convey feelings, experiences or impressions through fables fragmented, characters that are unfolded or an expression of temporality as subjective as it is the perception of the same. The processes of staging collect, in the same way, a horizontal position of artist relations where the borders between its members are so labile as creative. This is the context in which germinate the drama of Mary Caudevilla that are not the result of a work-in the office, but due to a set of ideas bubbling away in her imagination, that moves to the actors with which it works, to give them form in a later text, once in the processes of trials have been conducted the necessary improvisations: “each mount is part of an idea that I, never in a text”, writes in the epilogue of this book. Hence, the processes of the Company Baraka Theatre that leads since 2008, "Dream Lorca or the dream of the apples", "Miguel Hernández: labrador of the wind" and "we are Not angels". Not in vain is the umbrella company which gives its title to the publication in a wink of trust in a time of failures, disappointments and painful setbacks that individualism prevailing is deliberately replaced by the mutual support necessary on which the director-playwright based their creation on the stage. The pictures, the plastic, the sensory, and other qualities “technical” here expressed are the tools that bring closer to the viewer or the reader to the existential issues that transit the titles present and everything in his plays: the life cycle of man, where the face of adversity, the contradictions and the suffering will recognize it, but before that Caudevilla opposed to an attitude of hopeful that it overflows, or by showing a friendly face and beautiful things, hidden in the blackness of bitter stocks, to appease fears and uncertainties.