always have expectations; it is hard to walk into a show after reading a synopsis and not have some sort of expectation. But alas I must admit I ultimately succumb to the fact that I do not know what will happen. This is not my first Indian Ink show and if it is anything like the others it will be a magnificent surprise.
We walk into the theatre and the stage is set with bright colours and a small elevated platform. From the set I can assume there will be music and there will be a chai station set up. As soon as the show starts it is interactive.
The Guru of Chai, Jacob Rajan’s character, begins by weaving his way through the audience making you turn your head to see what all the commotion is about. The audience is a part of the story, playing the role of witnesses with some input here and there.
The execution of multiple characters by Jacob Rajan is so moving. He encapsulates the story in every facial expression and body movement. I swear if he did not use any words and just his body language, I would be able to conjure up an imaginative story just from that; David Ward’s accompanying facial expressions in assistance.
It is captivating and enthralling, capturing the intricacies of a story that spans decades. The shadow play, voice changes, small outfit additions and music take you there, running, walking and skipping side by side with the story, wondering what next? The story never lets you go until it ends.
It was touching to read in the play bill about the spirit of the master mask dancer and shadow puppeteer, Nyoman Sukerta, living on through this play. To get to experience such a spirit is an honour and I hope Indian Ink continues to share his spirit for a longtime.
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Review by Alejandra Castaneda