Woah, my love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
Formations developed over years, decades, centuries finally come together in one single moment. Many have tried before, too fragile to survive, forever damaged by the simple touch of a hand, but those who survive form a union, a column, a stronger foundation.
Have you ever been absolutely sure of something? Have you looked at a situation or made a decision and been” 100%” completely, totally and undeniably sure of what you’re doing?” Are you certain that you can be sure of anything?
In this space, there are 4 of us, on stage, performing for you, the audience. The space we occupy is black, lit by stage lights so that you can see us. And we can see you too. This you can be sure of. Dive into our world where 4 performers try to make sense of what it means to live in a Post-truth, alternative fact world.
These Walls is a one-to-one audio experience, where the sole audience member will find themselves inhabiting the role of our unknown protagonist.
We aim to have different performers, different stories and props for each audience member in order to deliver a unique experience for every single person who sees the performance.
Do geese see god? What are planets? How many red balloons are there really?
Facts. Facts allow us to understand the universe and our place within it. But what is a fact? How do we know when a fact is true, out of date, misunderstood or just a lie? That’s what were here to find out.
In amongst the facts, all quite interesting, is one story of a young fact, personified, and her flight through life as she struggles to remain true. So sit down, listen close and we’ll tell you the story of fact. You might even learn something. But probably not.
It is the end of a story. All three of them are there. They work. They are in this shop. They never leave. They have been this way for a long time. How long? They cannot remember exactly. They do not speak. Not a word. They do not need to. They take a deep breath. They persist. They cut and stitch and weave and sew. Cut stitch weave sew. All of this could last forever. And it will stay this way. Until it does not.
In this silent, movement-based piece, audiences are invited to enter a distorted and poetic world where a tale of time, identity and relationships will unravel. Stitch by stitch.
Common Land explores the notion of the Common and the Living room, seeking to draw comparisons between natural and manmade habitat.
The histories of the living room and the field collide in this uncanny dislocated performance installation.
We had a common understanding, on the common, in the living room. Made by man. A habitat. Cultural or natural?
I was scared to go outside to perform, I’m not agrophobic. I attempted to make the expansiveness of the common comforting and small.
I certainly feel small.
There are three sorts of silence, three bodies waiting. Hers is a silent, active wait. She struggles to stay in motion, to continue waiting. His is a contemplative wait; it frames hers but remains his.
They both are destined to reach the third. Frozen. Her world is built of buttons and wool, meticulously sorted and separated by colour and size, filling her cushions, her shoes and her books. Reaching each corner, each nook, each crevice and pulling it in towards her.
Three bodies in the space, all hurtling towards an inexorable failure, but holding onto a hope that the inevitable can be avoided.
Rosemary is an Art Installation first developed as part of Leaping Out Lancaster in 2011.
The audience enters the life of a woman long gone, searching through her tattered trinkets for clues, clues to who she was, where she came from and where she was now.