Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
I’m a playwright by trade, and like Wainwrights and Shipwrights, in this modern world Playwrights are pretty useless. It is a dying art. Seriously disrupted.
It is possible to communicate with the dead. It is possible to communicate with the dead via psychic ritual with gnomes.
Decolonisation is deconstructing our understanding of the choices we have to make, and making them.
How can we embody the possibilities/impossibilities of decolonisation through dance?
This was a long way from the contained theatre of a Chekhov play presented over a couple of hours and yet it was the same play. Instead, the audience was living with the characters in that house.
This raises the question of whether theatre pieces that engage with race as a concept should direct audiences towards particular kinds of arguments. And if there are inexplicit arguments about diverse casting and performance in this imagined piece, will they be evident to audiences?
Gnomes are an empty way to mark colonial space, all ceramic rim and air inside