{"id":8370,"date":"2015-08-15T23:40:23","date_gmt":"2015-08-15T22:40:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/paulvallely.com\/archive\/?p=8370"},"modified":"2015-08-16T14:37:29","modified_gmt":"2015-08-16T13:37:29","slug":"in-honour-of-a-consummate-artist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/paulvallely.com\/archive\/?p=8370","title":{"rendered":"In honour of a consummate artist"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Portrait:<\/a>

portrait of Jonathan Ollivier by <\/em>Chris Mann<\/span><\/p><\/div>\n

I have never before had the impulse to go to leave flowers in a public place in memory of someone I did not know personally. It\u2019s a common response in our times, as we know from the wisdom of the crowds after great public deaths like that of Diana, Princess of Wales. But I had thought it an attenuated form of the religious impulse. I had certainly never experienced the urge to do it. Until this week.<\/p>\n

I did not know Jonathan Ollivier, the dancer who was killed on his way to work last Sunday. And yet, had I been in London, I think I might have found my way to Sadler\u2019s Wells theatre to leave some tribute at the place where Ollivier had been due that evening to give the final performance of Matthew Bourne\u2019s balletic reworking of the Bizet classic which he had updated as The Car Man.<\/i><\/p>\n

Only a few weeks ago I had been privileged to witness this extraordinary piece of theatre in which Ollivier was one of three men sharing the lead role. Its power came in no small measure from the intensity of Ollivier\u2019s contribution. His was a compelling amalgam of dangerous animal masculinity and arrestingly delicate sensitivity. The critics noted that his performance, which relocated Bizet\u2019s music in Sixties America where Ollivier\u2019s matador had become a car mechanic, was full of \u201cbrooding power and danger\u201d but \u201ctempered with tenderness and vulnerability\u201d.<\/p>\n

Those words could have been a summary of the human condition. That was brought home to me, with brutal suddenness, when I heard that Ollivier had been thrown 20 yards into the air after a collision with a black Mercedes not far from the theatre at 11 o\u2019clock last Sunday morning.<\/p>\n

All sudden death is shocking. It is more than that we never know the hour. Something has not slipped away, it has been snuffed out. There was something about this death which accentuated that. Perhaps it was the contrast between that dancer\u2019s physique, the sheer puissance and control of a highly-disciplined body, and the finality of his passing, which stunned.<\/p>\n

On the radio a few days before a man had spoke of his boyhood obsessions as a butterfly collector. One particular creature he had craved for his collection. It was butterfly of peculiar vibrancy, radiant and vivid in its colouring. Yet when it was caught, and killed, and pinned in place in the collector\u2019s case, all its colour drained away with its life force. The object in the case became brown and drab.<\/p>\n

The sheer visceral vitality of Jonathan Ollivier as a dancer seems to add to the tragic futility of his death. More than a physical being has gone.\u00a0 So has the sense of that creative spark which is part of what makes us human. Ollivier was not just an incarnation of that; he was a zenith. Something which represented an exquisite distillation of human creativity has been cruelly torn from us.<\/p>\n

I did not lay the flowers. But this bouquet of words shall take their place. <\/b><\/b><\/p>\n

from The Church Times<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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