It is the middle of June, and the rain has finally settled after quietly falling outside. Inside I am hot, wearing two layers. Strange summer. Many events. Since the last blog I have met Fiona Baxter who is based at Farnham Maltings.
The topic of discussion: my practice. What am I thinking at this stage? Where do I stand, what do I want to do, where is my practice going? How do I fund its progress?
Experimental theatre and performances I have seen recently confused me, made me hungry to be part of a different scene. Speaking to Fiona made me realise the line between the gallery and the theatre – how do I collaborate choreography? I do not even know what to do. I have to be sure of my final work if I am to say that I want this or that money, but I am not sure where to begin and the deadlines are closing in. I have to focus.
Song Dong at the Barbican on my Birthday, a gift: humbling and potent. I will review in more depth at the weekend.
I won a non-arts related competition for which I used my writing. If we can write powerful stories we can make ourselves more successful. People want stories, Art is no exception.
I am currently reviewing my priorities. I need a plan. I do not know if I am ready to make something more like theatre. If I want to lie on the floor of a corridoor outside a gallery staring occasionally into space where is the audience? I have used art to leap into new ideas: I can’t play music, but I can still make musical performances. I feel like I am still on the corridor on the floor, outside everybody is waiting. My work takes time. The most important thing about my work is that it takes time.
