Áron Porteleki: Áron Porteleki’s cloak – Experience of Insight
My home is around an hour bike ride from my rehearsal room. I’ve taken this trip almost every day in the past 3 months, most of the time I rode on the Buda side of the city completely empty, on a route where human presence and car traffic were minimal. I got to know my hometown from many whole different, unknown aspects; new moods, new colours. I repeatedly toyed with the idea of what it would like to be a street musician without an ‘audience’, who seemingly only plays music for himself, but actually plays for a larger ‘soul’ – the city.
This idea resonates with the favorite storybook of my childhood, “Pimpalin’s cloak”, which shows an ex-music clown’s daily routine. He goes out to the woods every morning, picking up his instruments one by one, playing music in different moods for different weather for his audience, the animals of the forest. After going through all the instruments, he puts them in his cloak and goes home, and the tale ends here.
I will make 5 mini-concerts during my 5 hour walk, the “venues” were selected by the significance of their appearance in my mind when I’m thinking of the route with my eyes shut.