A poem using text from my daily tumbles, in reverse. An alternative view on my daily theatre process.
Our theatre,
After traveling in the pouring rain,
Plus, our bus was so full it broke down.
It was a little messy as we were all so tired. I mean…
Things got a little messy yesterday.
It felt good. In the moment.
In the mix. All together.
Very funny version in 3 parts.
When you are involved in several different moments they start to blur…
Here she’s giving me some direct loving.
Who knew Damon was great at playing drums.
Stop everything. ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!
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On Monday we shared to the group solo works that we had developed over the weekend.
I showed a Film entitled 24 (link on my website) and a lecture on what Communication meant to me (link on my website) many others brought physical movement, poetry, performance, spoken word, dance.
We had something.
A beginning.
It felt positive.
Then on Tuesday. We continued this - but we sometimes have troubling conversations where we ramble on tangents (wonderful in concept - frustrating in the moment for all involved) but Wednesday brought about a showing of more work, and development from Monday.
Again we’re growing something.
Thursday we improvised as a whole group sharing and showing everything that we had solos in one giant mess of a mess.
Fantastic.
Felt so good.
On Friday we repeated this, and something was different, a pressure, a lack of loud music to provide atmosphere, a sense of being lost in the mess instead of being involved in the mess.
So it felt flat to be involved in. But it’s okay, because that was only Friday and we now have… get ready… a laboratory week this coming week.
3 days with MM director from Útero and then 1 day with another director / artist.
