We have the play. It just requires a title. We have a shortlist of ideas, but nothing that is leaping out and screaming YES I make sense and am relevant and clever and accessible and shorter than last year and a little bit funny and something that will make strangers read more about us and...
What is it about?
Ask us that in a few weeks.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Treacle?
So a play exists!
We talked and we gestured and we wrote and we compiled and we continue to do so!
We talked and we gestured and we wrote and we compiled and we continue to do so!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Maintaining momentum
As the member of jP that lives across an ocean (how inconvenient am I?), it is always a whirlwind, our creation and rehearsal process. Days of moving and talking and writing and coming together with ideas and friendly debates and slightly less friendly debates and tea breaks... and then I hop on an airplane and go home. And the girls go straight back into their ordinary routines.
That momentum is difficult, and wonderful (creating because you HAVE to and if you don't there will be an audience watching you fumble).
I get home... and immediately fall into the habits that DON'T include creating. When there is time free I spend it having coffee with friends, sleeping, looking for work (freelance, ugh), watching crappy television on the internet, tidying the apartment. Anything but MAKING. I want to identify as an artist, and profess to others that you must for it to be true. I DO write, I DO perform. Am I a writer and performer? Kind of?
Anne Bogart (bless her) says we cannot wait for conditions to be right to make work. They never will be. So just do it. Whiner. (she doesn't say that last bit). Absolutely Anne. But where do we find the courage to trust that we can make things that others will want to see? Be a part of?
That's my personal challenge.
jP now has a structure, many words and big concepts. We are excited and scared. In theory everything works. I love theory. Practice won't come for awhile, when they arrive on my side of the ocean for rehearsals. I can't wait.
I'll leave you with something we love. And that we're not sure why we love...
That momentum is difficult, and wonderful (creating because you HAVE to and if you don't there will be an audience watching you fumble).
I get home... and immediately fall into the habits that DON'T include creating. When there is time free I spend it having coffee with friends, sleeping, looking for work (freelance, ugh), watching crappy television on the internet, tidying the apartment. Anything but MAKING. I want to identify as an artist, and profess to others that you must for it to be true. I DO write, I DO perform. Am I a writer and performer? Kind of?
Anne Bogart (bless her) says we cannot wait for conditions to be right to make work. They never will be. So just do it. Whiner. (she doesn't say that last bit). Absolutely Anne. But where do we find the courage to trust that we can make things that others will want to see? Be a part of?
That's my personal challenge.
jP now has a structure, many words and big concepts. We are excited and scared. In theory everything works. I love theory. Practice won't come for awhile, when they arrive on my side of the ocean for rehearsals. I can't wait.
I'll leave you with something we love. And that we're not sure why we love...
Saturday, April 03, 2010
In rehearsal!
jointPredicament on the mezzanine, writing in notebooks, playing obnoxiously loud games and dancing about.
An unnamed play is almost in existence.
An unnamed play is almost in existence.
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