I sometimes feel like I live in a cartoon or a very heightened reality.
I entertain myself with the tiniest of moments in my days that I spend increasingly on my own.
My growing dilemma is with the shop keepers in my neighbourhood, inparticular the ones on the high rd that I live on.
We have a strip of shops, all selling fruit and veg in bowls for £1 each, or '5 bowls for £4' they ALL say with the pleasure of the first time it was said as if they were the only shop saying it. I used to shop at the first one that I would arrive at from my house, bar the one directly over the road the isles are too narrow and I don't like the owner. So the one after that is the large one with about 7 - 10 members of staff that work all day beyond my waking hours selling an array of products from around the world. The male workers stand outside next to the bowls, '5 for £4' and start filling up a basket for me if is so much as look at in the direction of a bowl. So yes I would politely buy the veg that they kindly selected for me and leave feeling smug that i had supported the community and no longer needed to shop at sainsburys for anything other than the 'essentials'. This soon wore off when 2 meters later would be greeted by another shop owner equally as charming saying '5 for £4' with puppy dog, my life depends on this sale eyes, in which case I would pretend that yes I needed a..... lemon, not 10 just one I'd say, but 10 was cheaper so I would take them and turn to leave. As I turned to leave on my first visit to this shop, the previously smiley owner notices the other bags in my hands, and takes it upon himself to riffle through these bags asking where I got these from as if the bag were full of illegal goods. I said you know where I got them from, he said well you need to shop here from now on my veg is fresh every day.
Now I can't so much as pass his shop without buying something, I go in and ask for something that I actually want, which he doesn't have and leave with something I don't want because I feel guilty.
TBC
Monday, March 12, 2012
IT's BEEN A WHILE
Blogging has been on my mind but not so easy to turn my hand to this term.
A bit like I have to choose between experiencing or blogging, like in DV8's "Can we talk about this" do i watch the movement or listen to the dense, verbatim text? It's hard to choose and i'm sure that's the point in this politically driven piece but can I be 'moved' by their movement or just their words. I was amazed by their dancing but was left wondering why it had to be 80 mins when they had said it in less, why dance is dominated by solos and duos, where the climax was and why when they bow there is no sense of achievement in their bodies. Do they lack complicity? of course they have a working relationship that relies on safety, trust, perfect timing and syncranisity but I think true complicity is more. It touches and infects the audience in a different way to the qualities that circus and dance troupes have. It is a delight to be onstage with that person in front of all of us. It is boyant and alive (why is it all the words that I like at the moment get rejected by my spell check!)
Interestingly the research part of my course has been very stimulating. My group is looking at Voice and Movement in actor training taught through play. Which is why the DV8 production is on my mind as I become more interested in voice and movement and how they can enhance each other.
I'm still not sure what movement direction is too me, mainly because as a director I come at all work from the movement, the feelings, the reason to move in a very light way which links mainly to game. So as a director I am a movement director but this is not the way in everyone's eyes. This is exciting but all also confusing when I try to single out the movement and I always return to voice, emotion, game, relationship, game.... on my journey.
Pedagog - I demonstrate less, I work with clarity, imagery (still finding the balance of what works for me and what works for them on this), I see them more and more. I encourage them to take space in the room and exist without me, hence less demonstration. I tune in with their rhythm more and more.
I love this city actually, surprisingly.
A bit like I have to choose between experiencing or blogging, like in DV8's "Can we talk about this" do i watch the movement or listen to the dense, verbatim text? It's hard to choose and i'm sure that's the point in this politically driven piece but can I be 'moved' by their movement or just their words. I was amazed by their dancing but was left wondering why it had to be 80 mins when they had said it in less, why dance is dominated by solos and duos, where the climax was and why when they bow there is no sense of achievement in their bodies. Do they lack complicity? of course they have a working relationship that relies on safety, trust, perfect timing and syncranisity but I think true complicity is more. It touches and infects the audience in a different way to the qualities that circus and dance troupes have. It is a delight to be onstage with that person in front of all of us. It is boyant and alive (why is it all the words that I like at the moment get rejected by my spell check!)
Interestingly the research part of my course has been very stimulating. My group is looking at Voice and Movement in actor training taught through play. Which is why the DV8 production is on my mind as I become more interested in voice and movement and how they can enhance each other.
I'm still not sure what movement direction is too me, mainly because as a director I come at all work from the movement, the feelings, the reason to move in a very light way which links mainly to game. So as a director I am a movement director but this is not the way in everyone's eyes. This is exciting but all also confusing when I try to single out the movement and I always return to voice, emotion, game, relationship, game.... on my journey.
Pedagog - I demonstrate less, I work with clarity, imagery (still finding the balance of what works for me and what works for them on this), I see them more and more. I encourage them to take space in the room and exist without me, hence less demonstration. I tune in with their rhythm more and more.
I love this city actually, surprisingly.
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