Tuesday 30 April 2013

Debate and the Birth of Artistic Ideas. Blog 99

Namaste!

Natalie in full swing with Year 7 
I caught up with our show Mullered by Clifford Oliver yesterday at Little Ilford School in Manor Park. Its always a deeply grounding experience to be out with the team at a school performance. It takes me back to the heart of what we do and why we do it. The team is out there in the London community every day with the piece, engaging with young people through performance. Its powerful stuff and I love to experience the transformation that theatre brings into a space with them. 


The audience I watched yesterday were 11/12 year olds in year seven. Indeed the teacher told me that it was a less able group. I think she imagined that we might struggle with them, as she said their attention span is limited. But not so yesterday. They bought into the story, the characters, the themes and were forthcoming in their thoughts about the issues. Its a joy to see the opportunity that comes to debate and express themselves through the drama. It makes the whole at times tough endeavour worth it. We are blessed with a committed and talented team, ably led by Natalie Dacosta. She knows how to invite young people into a discussion in which their ideas and feelings are honoured and heard. I am very proud of her and the team of Karl, John and Jordan. I never have to worry about them, they are consumate performers and educators.

It was an interesting afternoon too, with a meeting back at the Malthouse with colleagues working together on how we can ensure quality experience and engagement in the arts with young people. We have to think about new and exciting ways to do this, and of course this was interesting for me having just come from one such engagement at Little Ilford.

But the evening proved to be even more interesting. I went to a seminar given by the Arts Council at the Broadway for potential applicants to their Grants For All awards. Most people attending were emerging artists looking for a source of funding to make their work. It was a good session, heated and robust at times. For me it mostly raised questions though about the nature, form and content of what work we choose to make as artists. Its easy in the pursuit of funding to get over burdened with fitting the funder's criteria which the Arts Council acknowledges. Often we can experience a pressure to simply conform and fit these essential measures, and indeed I am in agreement with many of them, not least that art should be for everyone. But in deliberating over this at times what worries me is that something of the essence of making art is also in danger of being lost. In our attention to outcomes, numbers, demand and participation, we can also lose sight of the drive that gives rise to the artistic idea and expression itself. We learn how to complete forms, give evidence of quality, but the space for exchanging and sharing ideas is scant. Ok, that's maybe not the purpose of a funding workshop, but it begs the question for me of where is the forum for artists to talk to each other informally about their projects, ideas and dreams?  


Artists are generally by nature somewhat anarchic, and its this very anarchy which is both what funders want to see and are at the same time frightened by it would seem.

For me the key issue in making new work, ceaselessly generating new ideas that excite, absorb and engage is in the questions we pose. In embarking on a new piece of work, what is the compelling question? We may have an idea of the direction of travel, but the likelihood if its authentic is that we won't know the final destination until we get there. That's hard and may sound vague and may be difficult to guarantee. But all good art is like that. Funders take a leap in the dark with public or trust money in the partnership to make new work. God forbid it might fail and then who is accountable? I do not underestimate the imperative for guardianship of the public purse, but I also urge a loosening of the straightjacket! 

I was exercised by the session, both frustrated by the lack of space to share ideas, but also excited about the possibility of new artistic collaborations. And those artists interested in asking the questions naturally sought each other out to make that connection.

One of the things I love about Poland is the normality of sitting with other people in a cafe or a bar to share ideas, discuss with animation the things that give rise to the motivation to make new work. How one idea gives birth to another, one person shares something you have never considered and invites you to take off in a new direction. The stuff of life is examined and we leave richer for it (if sometimes a bit worse for wear!)

So it was with this zeal (haha!) that I went to the pub with my colleague Carl to have such a discussion. He is a leader in the voluntary sector, cares passionately about justice and fairness and fights tirelessly for people's right to live their potential. I got what I deserved for having suggested at the meeting that we only need to know our question in order to motivate our creative thinking. So over a class of wine Carl asked me a fundamental question to which I had no simple answer but which cut straight to the heart of what I do and why I do it. He asked 'why do you feel the need to express yourself through your art publicly?' Inherent in this question for me is something stinging - ie; are we as artists navel gazing by nature, so wrapped up in our own biography that we have the audacity to think that anyone else might be remotely interested in what exercises us?  Perhaps even a hint that we might be self indulgent?

Of course there is a truth in the navel gazing suggestion - and indeed it can't be denied that we do express ourselves through our work, where else does it come from but our unique experience? This experience isn't just about the everydayness of our lives, but the bigger themes too that impact on everyone, politics, family, education, love and loss. My tentative response is that we are simply lightening rods and channels for a collective human experience, told through our own particular lens. 


In my last blog I talked about the actor's need to be curious about experience, and through friendship and love to gather understanding and to expose themselves to the contradictions of emotion and reflection. Anything at all can preoccupy an artist, a simple moment in a supermarket, something on the news or the reading of a novel. Its all material. I find that loss and grief are equally if not more powerful in their demand for attention and they are a rich source of new ideas. I seek these experiences in others and myself because they speak to us all. 

My very first one woman play Fallen was born out of a curiosity from reading an article in the Sunday Times about a young woman in Ireland who had murdered her child. Her tragic story drew me and my collaborators to visit her, to get an insight into her life that had universal qualities, not disimilar to the big themes of Greek tragedy. Joanne's pain, sacrifice, motivations are the stuff of complex lives. And their truth is something hard to face, unpalatable and frightening. But ultimately rich and the source of a new show that speaks to others of experiences unknown but yet familiar. We hold up mirrors don't we?

So on a bit of a soap box this morning I will leave it here for the moment. I will talk more though in my next blog about the drive to give birth to ideas for new work that come from the darker side of our experiences as human beings!

On that note, cup of coffee and the news I think. That will cheer me up! And then off to a seminar on accessing European funding. Ah this is the life!


Have a good day.









Sunday 28 April 2013

On Love and Friendship - An actor's Personal Resource: Blog 98

Good morning!


My friend Amari and I playing scrabble yesterday - She won! 
So back to my early morning blogging. A day probably doesn't pass for most of us when we don't think about love and friendship. That old cliche 'Love makes the world go round' used liberally and often without much thought, captured in sentimental Hallmark cards, soaring songs, poetry, ubiquitous and woven into the fabric of all of our lives. The truth is that without it life is impoverished, it gives rise to many wonderful and beautiful actions. It saturates the emotional, physical and spiritual life. It surprises, hurts, guides, leads us into relationship with others. Most songs, poems, dramas have it central to their expression, even in its absence. 

Much of who and what we love is mysterious. We can rationalise our relationships and justify our reasons, but love is the invisible glue that holds our lives together through the rites of passage we must all pass through. 

For an actor to achieve his purpose as a lightening rod and channel for an idea, image, story and character he must be vigilant in his work on his own life experiences. To be able to bring a rich palette of emotion and thought to the creation of a character, she must excavate relentlessly the nuances and subtleties of relationship. Its a deep well. The actor must learn to open himself to possibility and to the ever changing art of love and friendship, as this is where his most profound resource lies. Whilst we often talk about the artificial and fabricated nature of drama, deep within its power lies the complexity and nuance of life. Its why we are drawn to other people's stories, in some way they each give voice to a part of ourselves. We use them as a yardstick for our own experience, and thereby understand both the commonality and difference in a human life.

The language of love and friendship is often best expressed through art and poetry. Somehow metaphor and image speak to the deepest mysterious parts of our soul, that struggle to be expressed or understood in the venacular. And it really doesn't matter whether its classical or popular music, a trashy novel or a masterpiece, Sondheim or Shakespeare. All of these speak to people in their various ways about what it is to be human. Art moves us. 

The Greeks were much more attentive to the definitions of love.They had four 
different words - 
Agape (ἀγάπη agápē) means "love," such as in the term s'agapo Σ'αγαπώ), which means "I love you." In Ancient Greek, it often refers to a general affection or deeper sense of "true love" rather than the attraction suggested by "eros." Agape is used in the biblical passage known as the "love chapter," 1 Corinthians 13, and is described there and throughout the New Testament as sacrificial love. Agape is also used in ancient texts to denote feelings for one's children and the feelings for a spouse, and it was also used to refer to a love feast . It can also be described as the feeling of being content or holding one in high regard. Agape was used by Christians to express the unconditional love of God
Éros (ἔρως érōs) is passionate love, with sensual desire and longing. The Modern Greek word "erotas" means "intimate love;" however, eros does not have to be sexual in nature. Eros can be interpreted as a love for someone whom you love more than the philia, love of friendship. It can also apply to dating relationships as well as marriage. Plato refined his own definition: Although eros is initially felt for a person, with contemplation it becomes an appreciation of the beauty within that person, or even becomes appreciation of beauty itself. Plato does not talk of physical attraction as a necessary part of love, hence the use of the word platonic  to mean, "without physical attraction." In the Symposium, the most famous ancient work on the subject, Plato has Socrates argue that eros helps the soul recall knowledge of beauty, and contributes to an understanding of spiritual truth, the ideal "Form" of youthful beauty that leads us humans to feel erotic desire -- thus suggesting that even that sensually-based love aspires to the non-corporeal, spiritual plane of existence; that is, finding its truth, just like finding any truth, leads to transcendence. Lovers and philosophers are all inspired to seek truth through the means of eros.

Philia (φιλία philía) means affectionate regard or friendship in both ancient and modern Greek. It is a dispassionate virtuous love, a concept developed by Aristotle. It includes loyalty to friends, family, and community, and requires virtue, equality and familiarity. In ancient texts, philos denoted a general type of love, used for love between family, between friends, a desire or enjoyment of an activity, as well as between lovers.



Storge (στοργή storgē) means "affection" in ancient and modern Greek. It is natural affection, like that felt by parents for offspring. Rarely used in ancient works, and then almost exclusively as a descriptor of relationships within the family. It is also known to express mere acceptance or putting up with situations, as in "loving" the tyrant.

I am a great fan of the writer and philosopher Thomas Moore and in his book Soul Mates he talks about friendship - I quote:

Friendship: A Vessel of Soul-Making (Chapter 5, page 93)

In addition to whole worlds of imagination, friendship offers the soul intimacy and relatedness. Many parts of life go along fine without intimate connections. Work doesn't necessarily ask for intimate relationships, and it is possible for political and social life to be carried out without intimacy, too. But without intimacy, soul goes starving, for the closeness provided by intimate relationships fulfils the soul's very nature. Family, home, marriage, hometown, memories, personal and family stories - each gives the soul the containment it requires. Jung described the ideal setting of soul-work as an alchemical Vas, a glass vessel in which all the stuff of the soul could be contained. Friendship is one such vessel, keeping the soul stuff together where it can go through its operations and processes. In times of emotional struggle, our first recourse might be to talk with friends, for we know that our most difficult material is safe with a friend, and that the friendship can hold our thoughts and feelings, no matter how painful or unusual, as we sift through them and watch them unfold.

In the practice of friendship, we might keep this important aspect of soul in mind: its need for containment. Our capacity to keep a secret could be important to a friend who may feel free to talk to us in a spirit of confidentiality. A friend could also offer containment by receiving another's feelings and thoughts without a strong need for interpretation or commentary. Sometimes of course, we ask friends to offer their opinions and judgements, but even then we expect a high degree of acceptance and recognition of who we are. In friendship, we want to receive and be received.

And so it is with the odyssey we each embark on! I am blessed with good friends and they are my teachers. Through them my life and work is enriched. The palette is wide, varied, and ever changing.

Have a good chat with a friend today - and let them know you love them! 







Friday 26 April 2013

New Beginnings - my move to Barking Creek: Blog 97

Good morning all!


I am waking up this morning in my new home - its been a tough couple of days. Well moving is, isn't it? After a few months of sofa surfing and experiencing the vagaries of homelessness I finally get to land! Life has a funny way of revealing itself when you are busy making other plans.So pragmatics kick in and I have relocated myself to just above the shop, literally 2 minutes walk from my office in Barking. I have to admit that I would never have imagined this in a month of Mondays!

I have worked in Barking and Dagenham since 1986, when I made my first solo show at the Westbury Teacher's Centre and Arc was born and its always been close to my heart. Many of the friends and colleagues I have grown up with here in those years continue to commit heart and minds to this often derided piece of East London. Yes its one of the poorest boroughs in London, akin more perhaps to a northern city. But its set to be the only borough to grow exponentially over the next ten years. 

Economic hardships, unemployment, high rates of teenage pregnancy and domestic violence have marred the perception of this highly creative and resourceful community. There is a vibrancy and energy about working and living in Barking and Dagenham.Its always been a strong working class area with the dominance of Ford in past decades giving solid community to many people. 

Since the closure of its main plant in Dagenham, people have been faced with enormous change. Lives that seemed certain were disrupted and many people felt lost. Sadly over the past few years this sense of the ground falling from under their feet has left some people looking for reasons outside of the inevitability of natural change. The desire to hold on tight to the past is essentially human. We all do it, its what we know. It's who we are. We make ephemera concrete, or so we think. And then life takes over.


Ford Motor Company
There has been a wealth of interest and curiosity about this part of London, richly created in films like Made in Dagenham (although I never bought Geraldine James as a woman from here) - documentary The Battle for Barking which charted Margaret Hodge's campaign to win her seat over the odious Nick Griffin. I loved this film and we screened it at the Malthouse. The most powerful achievement from her campaign was the election of a much more diverse group of councillors who reflect the breathtaking change in demography here over the past ten years. 

On the other hand the tv doc All White in Barking made my blood boil. It reflected a borough full of white working class racists with bald head and pit bulls unable to meet the challenges of living next door to 'ethnics'. Its true that there are people here who are struggling with change in their lives, and project it onto those people who arrive from elsewhere. Its not entirely surprising that when you've lost your job you think someone who has just arrived has taken it, or your house for that matter But of course this is fundamentally about change and sadly we are all often caught in change not of our own making. That's always tough. But its life too. And change brings unexpected possibilities too.


Barking Creek Today (Malthouse is first building on the left)
I meet people every day here in Barking who are excited about life, possibility and also scared by a fast changing world. A little look into the history of the borough reveals of course that it was ever thus. 

Barking flourished as a fishing port from the 1400s until late Victorian times, with the Barking fishing fleet one of the most important in the country. The first Ice House to enable fish to be preserved was built in Barking in 1829. This was on the site where our studios at the Malthouse sit today and indeed the new Granary building that was completed two years ago by Rooff sits alongside it too.

In 1850 Barking was full of fishermen, shipwrights, masts makers, sail makers, ships chandlers, water keg makers, pork cask makers, net makers, knitters, waterproof clothing and boot makers and ship biscuits bakers. However, the 
areas lack of diversity in the economic sectors made it dangerously susceptible to economic competition and change.




The historical significance of fishing in Barking is depicted by a boat on the Barking & Dagenham Council’s coat of arms. Agriculture and 
Dissolution of the Monasteries

Founded in 666AD, Barking Abbey had a big influence on its immediate and wider economic area. The Abbey was rich and influential because of its royal patronage and was the most important Abbey in England until Henry VIII ordered its destruction in 1538 after he formed the Church of England.

The suppression of the monasteries and places of pilgrimage was devastating for those pilgrimage centres that had no other economic base. The other great loser of the Dissolution was culture; many monastic libraries full of priceless illuminated manuscripts were destroyed with little or no regard for their value. The real beneficiaries of the

Dissolution of the Monasteries weren’t royals associated with King Henry VIII but the new class of gentry who bought the lands. 
The borough’s proximity to London made it a convenient place of residence for politicians and government officials, like the Fanshawes of Jenkins. The Fanshawes were the largest landowners from the 1500s until late Victorian times when they relocated to Devon. The manor of Barking was sold by the Crown to Sir Thomas Fanshawe in 1628.

In 1601 Barking Creek was used by boats carrying provisions to the abbey, and corn and meal to and from the adjoining watermills. The wharf was also used by fishermen for taking hay and reeds from the marshes, for landing cattle to feed there, and for the shipment of provisions to the Queen’s manor of Greenwich and to the City of London.


The former Ice House
Market gardening became popular in the 19th century when Barking wharf was increasingly used by manure barges. In 1851 there was a campaign against this traffic through and new regulations were made forbidding the landing of soil at night and restricting the hours during which other kinds of manure might be landed. The growth of motor transport in the late 19th Century led to a significant decline in traffic at the wharf. Up until the 1920s Dagenham grew all the green vegetables for the London market.

As the fishing industry declined, new industries moved into the area. In the 19th century new laws on pollution forced many factory owners to move to sites in nearby counties. In 1857 an artificial fertilizer and sulphuric acid factory was built at Creekmouth in Barking, on the shores of the Thames. This was followed by the largest jute works in the world opening in 1866, which employed women and children to make mail sacks. River transport by barges along the River Roding was particularly popular and by the beginning of the Twentieth Century was helping Barking to be attract small factories to its riverside sites.

Heavy industry and chemical plants opened and later oil refineries and storage buildings for hazardous waste. Pollution from some factories left legacies in the town for years. For example, an asbestos factory built in 1913 gave Barking one of the highest death rates in the country from asbestosis. However, Whites Lemonade factory were models of good employee relations and sources of great pride.



The Granary now
In Dagenham development was slower. In 1887 a barge builder called Samuel Williams built a new deep water dock on the Thames. His dock was slow to attract new businesses until 1921, when farms were compulsorily purchased to build the Becontree Estate for those who fought in World War I. This led Ford Motor Company to acquire 244 acres of Dagenham marshland from Samuel Williams & Sons, and in 1929-31 built a large car factory.

Ford is famous for introducing large-scale methods of manufacturing especially engineering sequences typified by moving assembly lines. Highly efficient factories and low prices revolutionized manufacturing which came to be known around the world as “Fordism”. However, during the late 1990s economic factors led to Ford ending car production in 2002, although engines are still made in Dagenham.

Today Ford Motor Company employs about 5000 people aiming to reduce the environmental impact of existing operations, while producing a new Tiger Engine “zero-effluent” facility with a best in-class environmental print.

So you can see just a glimpse of this rich, vibrant and ever resourceful community. And I believe it continues to this day and will continue to grow and deal with change through imagination, hard effort and guts.

I am pleased to be a Barking resident now after nearly 25 years of traveling here every day! (and it saves on the petrol!)

Have a good day - and if you are in Barking, have a stroll along the river. Its beautiful.


Wednesday 24 April 2013

A Good Actor: 'SOLO' Festival October 2013- Heads Up! Blog 96



Good morning All!

Calling all professional actors, recently graduated and graduating actors! As I mentioned yesterday there are many exciting plans in development at Arc as we put flesh on the bones of our three year business plan.

I am off to Poland again in a month to visit Arka again, and to see some of their work and do another workshop with their actors. We are in discussion about them doing a short residency here at the Malthouse with their new show Ball at Hawking's which they are taking to Edinburgh in August. I am also looking at some one person shows with a view to the possibility of bringing them to Barking.

SOLO PERFORMANCE SHORT SEASON 

We are now actively looking for proposals for new and emerging One person shows for our planned short season SOLO in October at the Malthouse Studios. (Final dates to be published when this goes public). So if you are an actor who is working on your own or in a small group on developing material, the SOLO season will offer up to ten people a showcase for their work. We are very excited and open to a wide range of material and forms. So do please pass this on to people. If you are interested email me at carole@arctheatre.com to discuss your proposal. 

SOLO PERFORMANCE WORKSHOP

I am also excited to announce a sister activity. I will be running a two-day Solo Performance workshop on 29/30 June for people considering making a solo performance, either at the dipping-the-toe- end, or with some already developing material.  The workshop will explore:
Generating material, form and structure, character, range, solo acting techniques.



Many of you will know that I have a particular interest and experience in the solo performance area of theatre, having created a number of shows myself including Fallen by Polly Teale, directed by Julia Bardsley for which we won a Fringe First at the Edinburgh Festival. 

Many of the core actor skills of course apply to this form, but there are some additional techniques and tips that are particular to the challenge of holding the stage single handed for an hour or over. I learnt many of these through my experience of trial and error over the years as an actor and director. I look forward to sharing my learning. The workshop is limited to ten participants. Each participant will have the final 3-hour session on Sunday afternoon to workshop their ideas/material in small groups.

The fee for the two-day workshop is £95.00 plus VAT

Please email if you are interested in the Solo Performance Workshop. £5 EARLY BIRD discount if booked before May 15th. nita@arctheatre.com 0208 594 1095

Watch out for it coming soon on Eventbrite 

(* Please note that acceptance for the Solo season is not subject to attending the workshop)

In the meantime - hope today brings you what you wish for! 

Tuesday 23 April 2013

Things that fall out of books. Blog 95

Good morning!

Short and sweet one today!



A good meeting yesterday about the development ideas for the new Cultural Industries Quarter in Barking where are studios are based. There is a great deal of regeneration happening and the transformation of this old industrial
area is seriously underway. In two years you won't recognise the place. In front of our studios at the moment, big red cranes loom as industrious workmen (yes all men) do their stuff. Apparently the 'golden' brick happens in July. I have never heard that phrase before and assume it means the first brick that is laid?  Not sure really. But what I do love is that even in the most grounded of industries they are still prone to using metaphor! You see how it seeps into everything we do.

I was sorting through some old papers yesterday at the studios. Mostly an archive of my old Triple Action newspaper cuttings from the eighties. I was packing some of them up to send to Steven Rumbelow, who was the Artistic Director and now has a successful film company  which specialises in zombie horror movies! I would say this is a departure for him, but then on reflection I realise that much of our work at TAT was extremely dark. Titus Andronicus, Faustus, Solaris, Ulysses to name but a few. So I guess zombie movies are natural progeny. He has asked Maciej and I whether we might like to be in such a movie! I am considering it......

http://www.renegademotionpictures.com/


Cadda is my parent's nickname for me - my writing hasn't improved!
In filing and organising papers to send to Steve in Canada lots of bits and pieces drop out of books and long faded envelopes, old theatre tickets, photos, bills, notes to people and receipts. I was amazed to happen upon a postcard that I sent in 1981 to my mum and dad which was sent on my way to Warsaw and just after that fateful first visit to Auschwitz. Funny that as I was only there again ten days ago - what was the chance of finding that? 

A moment later out fell a photo of my very young self taken on the same trip - ah how youth is lost on the young!  Thought I would share these bits of memorabilia here - thanks for the indulgence! (I think Nita was probably getting a bit bored with the number of times I said to her 'look at this' yesterday!)


Me at 21 in Poland
Lots to do today - more to sort through, two proposals to write and some exciting new things to add to the business plan. Watch this space! 







Monday 22 April 2013

Jude meets Manonabeach and answers his questions What does the beach mean to you? BLOG 94

Good morning!
Jude
Back now from Lyme Regis renewed and ready for the week. Ali got us back in 2.5 hours on a lovely clear road. Probably should have taken 3 hours! Business plan calls this week and my mind was turning back in its direction as we drove home. Looking forward to capturing it on paper.

What a great weekend - the power of reunions and times with old friends cannot be underestimated. There are of course all the things you do in a place you are visiting, the galleries, cafes, restaurants, the walks. But most wonderful is the special time spent with friends to renew and nurture those relationships. Our differences are as great as they every were, and our funny little idiosyncrasies are as pronounced as ever. But there is a reassurance in this too, that whatever huge or small life changes we go through, we remain fundamentally who we are. Old friends are a touchstone for this, people like my school friends who have known each other for a lifetime reinforce and celebrate our sense of 'me-ness'. We are truly seen by each other.

As is always fair we drew lots for who was to share a room with whom, and although I didn't get Jude for a range of reasons we ended up sharing. In all the years we have been doing our annual pilgrimage I have never shared with her. It was great though as I had forgotten that we are both very early birds, me getting up to watch the sunrise and to write my blog and diary, and Jude to get on her walking shoes and take on the day. Jude is quite an extraordinary woman  and indeed she lives by her mantra 'Carpe Diem', seize the day. 

It was Jude who initiated these reunions about ten years ago and is the driving force behind making them happen. At that time she was recovering from a life threatening and hugely challenging illness and had recognised as many people do just how important friendship is. Jude is a force of nature when she gets going, and she got going. She is largely the reason year on year that this reunion happens! And she organises us like a troupe of brownies -  I love it (well most of the time!) Her drive and curiosity to see as much as she can and to spend time with people she loves is very special. So we laugh, we cry (a lot), we eat, we share our lives.

So Jude considers herself to be very practical and down to earth, she is a nurse after all. She's a 'no nonsense' person, and so when yesterday morning she raced back into the flat, cheeks flushed and full of her early morning story I was struck by her sheer childlike delight in something that had happened, and I knew it must have been creative! 

She was on her walk and much to her surprise was stopped by a man on the beach at 6.45 am, just as she was relishing the sunrise. 

Now usually she would have exercised some caution, thinking maybe he was going to mug her or
convert her? But the man who stopped her on the beach was reassuring and she was immediately confident that he was bona fide. As it turns out she had happened upon Manonabeach

He has a wonderful, simple and profound project which you can see here http://manonabeach.com, in which as an anonymous man he travels the length and breadth of the country's coastline, stopping and filming people he encounters. His website introduces the project.

About manonabeach "On a beach…welcome to manonabeach, where you can enjoy beach visits and a flavour of the beach when you’re not there, including interviews asking “What does the beach mean to you…?”
The series celebrates the elemental power of the beach and its profound effect on people who enjoy being where the air, land and sea meet. The beach means different things to different people, whether enhancing creativity, decisiveness and energy, being restorative and settling, part of a routine, a reference point through generations, freedom or just fun. In these narratives, you’ll see and hear people re-present their emotions, perceptions and recollections, all drawn out by the enhancing effect of the beach. manonabeach is a construct, a passive Everyman, here to bring qualitative findings directly to you, letting you draw your own conclusions from them. At manonabeach you can enjoy regular glimpses of beaches and beachgoers, wherever you are, via beach films, photographs and answers to the question “What does the beach mean to you…?”
Here are some answers from beachgoers:"


And here is my friend Jude talking on camera to manonabeach yesterday in 
Lyme Regis 



I love it of course that art is everywhere, in the fabric of all things. In abundant, quirky and original ways people choose to express themselves poetically. Even in the midst of the biggest challenges and hurdles - life is good!  And how blessed we are to have such great friendships. Thanks to Jude, Jo, Ros, Anita and Ali for over forty years of love and friendship.
Have a fabulous week.


Ps. The family run, newly opened Purple Parsnip on Monmouth Street in Lyme Regis is a great place for lunch. We had a delicious Sunday roast and to die for cheesecake! If you are in the vicinity, its definitely worth a visit. Very welcoming and passionate team!  Reasonably priced too. http://www.purpleparsnip.biz/

Sunday 21 April 2013

On Lyme Regis, Friendship and Community Plays. Blog 93

Good morning,


Sunrise from our balcony
I am sitting in the large and spacious living room with a balcony overlooking the sea in lovely Lyme Regis. Its early morning and I am waiting again for sunrise, which was beautiful yesterday. I can hear the ceaseless lapping of the waves which is deeply comforting.

I have come away for a short break with my five school friends, Ros, Anita, Jo, Jude and Ali as we have done almost every year for the past ten. 



Ali, Jo, Anita, Jude and I - Ros still to come
It is quite a special thing and for some of us its the only time we see each other in the year. There are closer pairings and even sister-in-laws in our group (Ros and Jude) but the common ground is our childhood and school days. 
Each year we do this we dip into a rich source of history and identity which enriches and reminds us 
who we are. Its wrought with humour too the older we get  - and some of those early characteristics have become even more distinct in recent years  - but the less said about that the better! 

The wonderful thing is that however much we have changed, or our circumstances have altered, the essence of who we are together remains. There is of course always the danger that one might get trapped in a long worn out stereotype too. For example I proudly told my girls about buying a new bike, and they all burst out laughing at the thought of the danger this might pose to other road users! Let it go girls.......

On the note of stereotypes (or are they archetypes?) here I go now too.....

We all have the "one who does....." this or that title, Jude - The organiser extraordinaire Trip Advisor aficionado, booker of apartment, dinner and historical walk. Great cocktail mixer. Jo - The wise pragmatist, great sense of humour, mistress of logic and planning, no nonsense and lets get on with it girls. Anita - The Reflector, quietly embraces the pleasures of ageing with a certain dignity (seriously missing in me!) and lots of funny stories, Ali - The Relaxer, nothing seems to phase her, great mediator and goer with the flow, thoughtful and great listener but never afraid to express a controversial opinion! Ros, The Priestess, deeply soulful and spiritual, picks up the emotional mood and energy and is a lightening conductor for pain and joy! And me - well you might have to ask them but I think it might be The eccentric. I continue to be the class clown and also the vividly dramatic one - it was ever thus.  Its all great fun though - six strong women attempting to circumnavigate each other. 

Much of our conversation of course is around our children and their lives and loves. Two of them have got married this year so there is a joyful sharing of photos, in albums, on Ipads. The social media question raises its usual head in this transitional generation. Our group is pretty typical, with some of us a bit anorakish about it like me, and others who don't like or want to use it. The great thing is that there is total acceptance of difference, even if a little teasing creeps in at times!

One most poignant moments of the catch up chats was Jude sharing this Youtube clip of her 83 year old dad Brian playing the saxophone and singing Route 66 at her son Guy's marriage to Natalie. See Brian here - hats off to him - what an example to us all.




Lyme Regis Museum
Lyme Regis Museum
I also had a special moment here in Lyme today. We went into the local museum and there in a glass cabinet was some of my own professional history - preserved for always. 

I was lucky enough when I was a young student to be involved in the first Colway Trust Community Play  - The Reckoning here in Lyme Regis. This was the brainchild of British Playwright Ann Jellicoe who was one of the George Levine brat pack of playwrights of the late sixties at the Royal Court Theatre along with John Osbourne, Jo Orton and Harold Pinter to name just a few.


Ann Jellicoe
Ann lived with her family here in Lyme Regis and she wanted to make the biggest whole town piece of community theatre which would take it over for a week. My boyfriend Tony and I were dispatched as gofers (sorry - Tony has just read my blog and says he was in fact Production Manager, and it just me that was a gofer!)  to help with what was a military operation with Ann as the fearsome General! She was brilliant as a director and writer and utterly terrifying to two 18/19 year olds. But my goodness did I learn a great deal about my art and craft from her back then. It really was a baptism of fire. Indeed I have gone on to use Ann's influences in my own community play work in the intervening years and we are currently planning more for Barking and Dagenham in which we hope to have over 200 participants in 2014. 

I love the serendipity of life, when moments collide like this - here am I with school friends having a great time and then also to happen upon one of my early theatre influencers in a glass cabinet in a museum!  (Well Ann's not in the cabinet herself you understand!) 

Ah life.

The day was topped up with a wonderful meal at the The Mill Cafe and Supper Club http://www.townmillcafe.co.uk/ which I highly recommend for a relaxed evening with family and friends in a homely and welcoming environment and with good wholesome homemade food! 

We are off for a coast walk and lunch at the Purple Parsnip I believe before the trek back east.

Have a lovely Sunday y'all.

















Friday 19 April 2013

Blog Holiday in Lyme Regis: Blog 92

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Great day yesterday, moving forward with a number of new creative projects, so good meetings and more ideas developing.

I am very excited about the solo performance festival for the autumn, and was in a useful discussion with Phil and Olivia in the morning about having a go at tackling the Molly Bloom monologue from Ulysses. Olivia is 2nd in the world for Irish dancing and is just graduating from college and I have a hunch that there is some fun to be had with this and with Molly!

I am going to take a blog holiday now for the weekend. I am off to Lyme Regis with 5 old school friends (old being the operative word ..... nice and old). We have rented a cottage for the weekend, and it will be a riot I know. I am bracing myself for it now. We have all known each other since we were 11 and some since they were 5! For most of us this is the only time we get together, apart from my friend Ali and I who see each other very often, although we all often speak to each other on the phone and some people are closer to each other than others.


Jude, Jo and Captain Ali 2011 Canal Boat holiday
Its always a journey into history where we relive our stories, and cackle at the memory of our younger selves, particularly our school days at Tonbridge Grammar School for Girls.

We all have particular roles too, locked in history and not always still applicable. But for our weekend away we inevitably fall back into them, and its quite fun. My role was always the class clown, the one who asked the stupid question, the dramatic and emotional one, the risk taker. And also the clumsy one, the one who fell down the steps by a classroom and they had to remake the steps! I ended up with 13 proud stitches in my knee, the scar of which is still visible today. So anyone who has only met me recently might be forgiven for thinking its an age thing - well I assure you its not! My challenges with staying fully grounded in the physical world have been life long!


Me
I love this time with old friends, its revitalising and great fun and there is a sense of 'coming home' in the company of people you have known for a lifetime. I think we are lucky that there are six of us too, and even though our lives could be no more different, every time we spend time together we come away renewed. 


Anita, Jo, Jude and Ros- Ali and I were doing the work! 
Ali and I are driving down together this morning and will no doubt have solved the world's problems by the time we get to Lyme. If we do I'll let you know next week. In the meantime signing off now for a few days. Have a lovely weekend all. 

Lyme Regis here we come!





















Thursday 18 April 2013

The tyranny of emotion? Blog 91

Good evening!

This is a rare late in the day blog, due in large part to the fact that I left my laptop charger at work yesterday and my battery had given up the ghost! Indeed my mind is usually full of detail, over busy and with none of the quality reflection in the evening. So generally I much prefer the early hours of the morning. That old adage 'sleep on it' is probably one of the most used and most useful when it comes to sorting out a problem. It clears the mind and most often presents new questions and unexpected solutions.

In my experience if I ruminate for too long consciously, running a question over and over again, seeking an answer I often end up like one of those whirring rainbow coloured wheels that appear on the screen whilst the computer is thinking, or a website is loading - you know. 

Sometimes I am supremely impatient, tapping my finger on the keyboard in the hope of hurrying up the possible answer. But if I let go of my compulsion for solutions and simply find the knack of letting go, the unexpected and mysterious has space to enter.


I now assume with some caution that if I have thought about a problem for a reasonable length of time, the chances are the ingredients are there for an answer, they just need to do their magic and hey presto an idea or solution pops up. It feels a bit like a muscle. But impatience or excitement can get in the way, and yet they too are essential ingredients. Bit of a paradox really. Feeding the mind with the question and then having faith that you are not being lazy or over-thinking is valuable here. It allows us to steer away from simplistic or formulaic responses most of the time. 

Sleep is associated with better memory performance, and "slow-wave" sleep in particular has been shown to enhance our ability to make mental connections and integrate unassociated information. According to Unconscious Thought Theory, the conscious mind is good at arranging information in accordance with rules, and performing precision manoeuvres such as those involved in arithmetic. But compared to the unconscious, it is "low capacity" - we can only consciously think about a certain number of factors at any one time - and more likely to be bamboozled by irrelevant factors. In comparison, the unconscious is good at synthesising large amounts of information, and privileging important considerations over trivial ones.


The other thing is managing feelings and emotions which arise seemingly from nowhere, and are a response or reaction often to an external stimulus or to an internal imagining. Acting out of an emotional place can feel satisfying in some ways, but in my experience it often also blinds a reasoned response and can lead to rash and sometimes impulsive decisions.

Emotions are both wonderful and motivating, and simultaneously have the potential to run amok with us. Daniel Goleman's writing and work on Emotional Intelligence is a valuable non-theatre source for many ideas that have translated into my work in developing character and exploring action and subtext. Useful reading for any actor or director, and certainly a staple for many teachers. 

Emotions are 'hot' and prone to infuse or hijack us when we least expect it. Love, desire, joy, rage, anger, revenge, fear, grief and more are all part of a wonderfully rich palette available to every human being. Shakespeare is the master of understanding human emotions. Out of the poetry of his plays he chimes with the dark and light of our madness and folly when in the grip of emotion. Human beings do the most extraordinary things driven as if powerless by the sea of feeling.

Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities. A Midsummer Night's Dream - Shakespeare


See here how Hippolyta yearns with desire for the time to pass swiftly until her marriage to Theseus.

And to Macbeth in his famous sollioquy where rage has led him to murderous deeds.

She should have died hereafter
There would have been a time for such a word
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. 


Passions spent may leave behind a trail of chaos and disaster and might also move us beyond the daily structures to some new and unimagined territory. And there's the paradox. Without powerful emotion we might never act, and yet in powerful emotion we might find ourselves in uninvited alchemical transformation, for better or worse.

Every actor needs to get this, and every director have the temerity to plumb these depths if only to hold up that Shakespearian mirror to the black sun that illuminates each of us in its own unique way.

Get practising.