Correspondence : Gloss
Maybe these letters and numbers help me imagine a catastrophic snowfall in Shelby County, KY, or the action in Correspondence. But really the numbers aren’t for me. They’re for my laptop.
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A Plastic Theatre : Gloss
A plastic theatre is deathless, staticky, sticky, silent. It is scary and strangely safe. Creepy and clinical but also ubiquitous.
Now You See Me
Use sticks from the wings to tip over glasses of water. Tug at strings to pull out chairs for ghosts. Be in the building but NEVER be seen, no part of us.
One-scene-one-person-one-song-musical
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.
Uncle Vanya in Krivina: playing near two rivers
I would like the house to be un-crumbled, to undo the damage done by an earthquake, time, distance and neglect, and to place the performance and the audience in that house.
Le Dernier Appel/The Last Call : Gloss
Decolonisation is deconstructing our understanding of the choices we have to make, and making them.
Vanya in Krivina : Gloss
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.
Then a Cunning Voice and A Night We Spend Gazing at Stars
I welcome you. Go for a walk in the field. In the woods. Meadow. Desert. Street. Bring a roasted chicken dinner. Share it. All night there are sighs amongst us, a caress.
Rock Performance
Gradually, the audience realizes that the rocks are this canyon's performers. It is the slowest performance to which this audience has ever borne witness.
Ocean Oration
Letters from the ocean, messages without bottles, directed to you.