We build our lives, just so others can tear it down. I cannot truly describe the change in my mood when I suddenly realised where all this is leading to and linked it to the current situation (mind you, there is always a situation like this somewhere in the world)
The title made me think it would be an emotionally charged performance, but the true emotion from the title followed during the discussion after the performance.
I broke my elbow a few weeks ago, cycling. Slipped on a patch of ice. So you can't hire me for photography at the moment. But, I did go to see a sort of poetry evening (poems by Tomaž Šalamun) made into a performance/theatre piece and I thought, I know, I will take my little camera with a fixed 40mm lens and see if I can take any reasonable photos with one hand and a fixed lens. Of course, the results were not quite as good as I would have wanted. but I managed to take a few photos without my arm falling off. Looking forward to my elbow getting better and picking up my proper camera.
One of those shows my camera is just not good enough. When on silent mode it is extremely restricted and one just doesn't want to make a lot of clicks with the audience present.
(So if patrons of the arts still exist (and if you are willing to call my work art), this is your time to shine)
During which we had an accident (nobody got hurt), went to look for a new car (but didn't buy it), had more fast food than is good for one, had fun and called it rock'n'roll.
It seems I have seen so many dance performances by now that I actually had some ideas as to what I would add. Of course, as did was the dress rehearsal the evening before the opening night, I kept them to myself.
The Naked Stage festival (an improv festival) started yesterday, and after staying a few days in bed because of a stomach bug (and cancelling all photo gigs I had) I finally ventured in the rainy world out there.
The first, Matter of Interpretation, was more of a dance improvisation with a bit of a comic side, as one of them was interpreting the movements of the dancers.
The second performance, 4play, was based more on gags.