Veel aasta varem oli seal töötanud sokivabrik, mürisesid kudumismasinad, kõrisesid niidirullid, luristasid kohvimasinad, helisesid telefonid, kõlisesid võtmed, sosistas klatš. Veel aasta oli jäänud akadeemia õppetöö alguseni, mürisevad ehitusmasinad võtsid kauguses hoogu, projekteerijate kõvakettad kõrisesid hoogsalt, loovrühmitused ihusid luristades hammast, tulevikumuusika helises vaimusilmas, meie käes olid maja võtmed ja tühjades ruumides kostus tasa millegi tähendusliku lubadus.
Selle vaheaja mõnel õhtul sai teos valmis, täiuslikult eraldatud omaenda hetke, loovutamata ega röövimata midagi eelnenule või järgnevast.
Kas me oleme vangis kahe aja vahel? Kas hulbime jõuetult ajavoolus, suutmata liikuda sellest sõltumatult? Kas saame kogeda tulevat enamana kui muutust sellest, mis meil on juba olemas? Kas saame minna tagasi muul moel peale meenutuse ja fiktsiooni? Kui lubate meil vastuseid otsida koos teiega, siis tulge, saame kokku. Kui lubate meil osa saada oma kogemustest, kohtume vabrikus.
NB! 100 protsenti inimestest, kes seda lavastust on kogenud, surevad.

Lavastus „Ooteaeg“ oli osalusteos, mis leidis aset endises sokivabriku hoones Kotzebue 1, Tallinn. Ootused sellele majale olid kõrged – EKA plaanis sinna rajada uue õppehoone, see aga oli omamoodi valge laev, mida ei paistnud iialgi silmapiirile ilmuvat. Elu mängis meie teose pealkirjaga kaasa. Ehituse alguse edasilükkamiseks ettekäänetest puudust ei tulnud. Samuti ei tahtnud lavastusega kaasnev raamat kuidagi trükist tulla.
Oma teoses uurisime aega ja ootamist, lõime tühjas majas kogetust inspireeritud tegelasi. Pöörasime teose aja ümber, et öelda: kõik, mille pärast te siia tulite, oli teil juba olemas.

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Labürintteatriühendus G9
OOTEAEG / WAITING TIME

Osalusteos / Interactive artwork
Publiku arv etendusel / Number of quest per night: 20
13., 14., 18., 19., 20., 25., 26., 27. septembril ning 17., 18. oktoobril. Algus kell 18.00
Kestus / Duration: 145 minutit
Tegevuspaik / Location: Kotzebue 1, Tallinn

Koosseis / Participants:
Arthur Arula, Henry Griin, Kristo Kruusman, Kristel Maamägi, Mari Mägi, Keili Retter, Eve Ormisson, Inga Vares, Illimar Vihmar,
Mart Aas, Triin Ilisoo, Joanna Miranda Ausmees, Sandra Riiel, Helena Raudsalu, Meeri-Ann Ostrov, Maarja Mõtus, Maarja Tõnisson, Mihkel Ernits, Karen Kohv, Kairi Kuuskor, Veronika Vanova, Raquel Calaco, Sander Põldsaar, Hannes Aasamets.

Pildid / Images | Videod / Videos | Meediakajastused / Press coverage | Raamat / Book

Just a year had passed by since the sock factory was operating there, with weaving machines rumbling, thread poles rattling, coffee machines gargling, phones ringing, keys jingling, slander whispering. Just a year was left until the academic year was to begin, thundering construction machines were cumulating speed in the distance, the hard disks of planners were crackling impetuously, creative teams were anxiously sniveling through their sharp teeth, the music of the future was tintinnabulating in the mind’s eye, we had the keys to the building, and in the empty rooms a whisper promising something meaningful was quietly present.
During some evenings of this in-between-time the artwork was completed, perfectly sealed into its own moment, not ceding anything to or stealing from the already-been nor the yet-to-come.
Are we eternally trapped between two times? Are we floating in the flow of time, disempowered, unable to move independetly of it? Can we ever experience the future as anything more than just the thing that differs from what we already have? Can we ever go to the past by any other means than just remembering or re-narrating?
Should you allow us to search the answers, then join us, let’s meet. If you allow us to be a part of your experience, come see us in the factory.
NB! 100 percent of the people who have been to the artwork, will die.

Performance ‘Waiting time’ was an interactive artwork that took place in the former sock factory building in Tallinn. Expectations were set really high for this edifice – the art academy was planning to build a new home there, but it turned out to be a dream of bleak hopes, always hidden by the horizon. Life itself was playing along with the fabula. There was no shortage of excuses to postpone the new building’s deadlines. Also, the book accompanying the piece was not willing to exit the print.
In our performance we studied the subjects of time and waiting. We created characters from the basis of what we felt while being in the vast empty house. We reversed the performance’s time, to say, ‘All that you came to receive, you already had.’