Rehearsal Shots @Greenwich Dance taken by the wonderful Zoe Manders
Running on Empty: a new work in the making
Monday, 23 September 2013
Thursday, 19 September 2013
Greenwich Dance studio shots by Tim Copsey
We've been rehearsing Running on Empty at Greenwich Dance this week.
Here are some studio shots taken by Tim Copsey...
Buried in the countryside
We have been buried away in the Sussex countryside cracking on with Running on Empty.
Intense. Focused. Challenging. Exhilarating. Fulfilling. Exciting..... scary!
The sun was shining on week 1, the horses were grazing and the wild flowers were out...
Not quite Tuscany, but a pretty spot to share lunch...
Intense. Focused. Challenging. Exhilarating. Fulfilling. Exciting..... scary!
The sun was shining on week 1, the horses were grazing and the wild flowers were out...
Not quite Tuscany, but a pretty spot to share lunch...
The team started gathering for the second, third, fourth.... production meeting, it's really hotting up!
My amazing team:
Director Jo McInnes
Writer Brad Birch
Performers Greig Cooke, Scott Smith, myself (AG)
Choreographer Charlie Morrissey
Composer Scott Smith
Song writer Lee Ross
Designer Fabrice Serafino
Lighting Beky Stoddart
Producer Elizabeth Mischler
Coordinator Zoe Manders
Production manager Stocky
We've also had the lovely Lorna acting as Stage manager for us in rehearsal.
Monday, 12 August 2013
Going to Edinburgh
Time to take a break from Running on Empty...
Taking my solo Small Talk to Edinburgh Fringe:
18-25th Aug
9.30pm ZOO venues, Aviary
www.probeproject.com
Twitter: @probeproject
Taking my solo Small Talk to Edinburgh Fringe:
18-25th Aug
9.30pm ZOO venues, Aviary
www.probeproject.com
Twitter: @probeproject
Survival
From the epic to the intimate, looking at human resilience through history, our survival of the present and our fears for the future. From natural disaster to the intricate and sometimes absurd nature of our daily human interactions...
SURVIVAL. RESILIENCE.
Wake-up, open my eyes, not
sure which comes first
Put the alarm on snooze,
at least twice, 10 minute intervals
Get out of bed, put on a
t-shirt, open the blinds, just a little, switch on the kettle
Make a cup of tea,
eventually, after filling the time the kettle takes to boil doing something
banal
Switch on the radio,
sometimes, sometimes silence is ok, sometimes it’s not
Start getting dressed
between sips of tea, that’s if it’s a morning when I have something to do
Sometimes sit and
meditate for a while, 10, 15, 20 minutes at most
I don’t try too hard, but it feels
nice
Carry on with the day, turn on my laptop, make the breakfast, let other
people in.
And then came the FLOOD... and the ARK.... and selecting which animals would be left behind.
Saturday, 27 July 2013
Water bear Water bear what do you see?
Week 1 and 2 completed.
Stories written and shared.
The writer has been writing, we (the performers) have been writing, dancing, playing, speaking...
We devising this piece, and entering a process of no return.
FEAR, STRUGGLE, RESILIENCE, SURVIVAL, DETERMINATION, EMPTINESS...
THIS IS A WATER BEAR:
These Extremophiles can survive extreme conditions.
This is beautiful.
I would like one.
I WROTE THIS IN ANSWER TO SOME QUESTIONS POSED ABOUT DYING, IT IS JUST A STUDIO EXERCISE:
THIS IS AN EXTRACT FROM SOME WRITING ON FEAR:
.... Paralysed by love. Paralysed by fear. Holding fear. Seeing fear in front of me. Being fear. Urgh. A pain immense like serpents squeezing the blood flow to all your arteries, forcing your heart to panic and pant like a tired dog. A dog. He’s having heart palpitations. I feel like a dog. One of those dogs that people buy as presents for Christmas after years of yearning, and are so excited, elated and euphoric about but then inevitably discard and send back to the dogs home with teary goodbyes once reality sets in. Shit....
Stories written and shared.
The writer has been writing, we (the performers) have been writing, dancing, playing, speaking...
We devising this piece, and entering a process of no return.
FEAR, STRUGGLE, RESILIENCE, SURVIVAL, DETERMINATION, EMPTINESS...
THIS IS A WATER BEAR:
These Extremophiles can survive extreme conditions.
This is beautiful.
I would like one.
I WROTE THIS IN ANSWER TO SOME QUESTIONS POSED ABOUT DYING, IT IS JUST A STUDIO EXERCISE:
I WILL DIE
I WILL DIE
And when I leave what will
I leave behind?
A two bedroom flat, with
my half eaten breakfast on the table next to my morning mug of tea, and the
unopen bank statements piling up on the sideboard?
Will the sheets be crisp
and fresh and recently laundered, or still warm and full of the smell of me and
many a well slept night of dreaming?
I want to leave my
children behind, I owe them to the future and the future to them. And if I have
done any good, said any good, lived any good, pleased someone, loved someone,
helped someone, held someone, listened, touched or witnessed, may that be left
behind too.
May others enjoy what I
have enjoyed, over and over and over again.
Keep sucking at it till
its dry
I WILL DIE
I WILL DIE
And when I do, let others
rejoice, “She is dead!”
I owe you that, I owe you
no suffering.
I owe you nothing, I leave
you nothing.
Burn the bank statements
and the bed sheets, wash the bowls and the cups.
And please just bury me in
the earth, and let the earthworms nestle, the vultures peck out my eyes, and
the maggots fester, till I am all used up.
For my deeds have all been
done.
I WILL DIE.
I AM NOTHING.
AND I WILL DIE.
THIS IS AN EXTRACT FROM SOME WRITING ON FEAR:
.... Paralysed by love. Paralysed by fear. Holding fear. Seeing fear in front of me. Being fear. Urgh. A pain immense like serpents squeezing the blood flow to all your arteries, forcing your heart to panic and pant like a tired dog. A dog. He’s having heart palpitations. I feel like a dog. One of those dogs that people buy as presents for Christmas after years of yearning, and are so excited, elated and euphoric about but then inevitably discard and send back to the dogs home with teary goodbyes once reality sets in. Shit....
Annoyances... a studio stream of consciousness
Pass
Fail
Distinction
Guns that don’t shoot
Knickers that don’t fit
Dog shit on the pavement
Too many cars on the road
and the people in them
Parents, in general
People who claim to be shy
and then draw attention to themselves
Supermarkets, consumerism
and adverts about weight loss
Fabrics that old people
wear
Lazy teenagers and their
push-up bras
New Look, Peacocks, M
& Co
Mass excursions to
peaceful beauty spots
Preachers
Extremists
Attachments to anything or
anyone just “because” and not for love
Bus fare inflation
Men that grab you in bars
Men with girlfriends that
grab you in bars
Men with wives that grab
you in bars
Cats
Plastic
Facebook
Cosmetic surgery
Racism, sexism, homophobia,
agoraphobia
Photos in drawers, boxes,
on cds, hard-drives, anywhere but in albums
Big brother
My little brother starting
an argument just for the sake of it
Clever people that break your heart
War
Rules
7 out of 10
8 out of 10
10 out of 10
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