A play on dementia

Went to photograph a rehearsal of a play on dementia this evening. When I photograph plays, my brain is usually turned off, or at least works at a very limited capacity as I follow the play with my heart, intuition or feelings (who would know what to call it). And this time I experienced it all while photographing: from laughing (and thinking, yes, I lived through this situation) to the very dark and gloomy feeling that comes towards the end. 

We traveled back through time

and then we set up a camp for refugees from the future.

This photo

taken during a performance for children, took me back to my childhood, to the summers I spent under a tent and all the exciting things this brought with it.

A whole afternoon

 of dance.

And I like these two successive photographs.
(and some others,  but I can't chuck them all in my blog...)

I can't believe

my card was producing error messages throughout the first performance... Luckily, I managed to get a spare one off a fellow photographer for the second (Thank you, thank you, thank you). Even though one of the girls from the first one told me already before the performance I should really come in a few weeks time I was dead (and I mean my heart skipped a few beats and stopped for a few seconds only to burst into excessively fast and strong beats once again ) nervous because I was there and I couldn't take photos (and I wasn't even working, it was more like let's go and take a look at this and take a few photos while I am there; and it really bothered me because I really, really have at least one spare card with me 99.3% of the time - but of course not this time). Anyway, all's well that ends well, and I will take some photos of Bitnamuun soon and I already put two spare cards in my photo bag.  

Standing frozen in time

staring my dark side straight into the eyes, I can feel a slight irregular palpitation in my chest and for a second or so my brain urges me to flee. But no, there is no way I will run. I will stare it out and force the dark side to run away.

I have seen

this exhibition three times before the actual opening, in different stages of readiness... but now it is finally open and there was quite a crowd.

A fun concert

but it started a bit late for a Monday (not that far from the wrong side of midnight) and I am a working man a slave of this very weird and unjust system (after all), so I walked out in the middle of the first (were there more?) encore and cycled into the night mist.

The exhibition

is in the process of being set-up.

A long evening

It all started with exhibition No. 1

followed by exhibition No. 2 (at a different venue)

Band No. 1 (that I saw, it was really band No. 2 of the evening, but I missed the first one)

Band No. 2 of the evening (my favourite of the night)
And after this I hopped on my bike and cycled to the third venue of the evening to see

band No. 3 of the evening.

One moment

you are sitting on the beach, in the sun, reading Dylan Thomas, the next minute, it is almost dark, and the fishermen are going out to sea.

Been walking

for so many days I have no idea where I am.

I only got to see

4 bands that night, as the later it got, the harder it was to get back in.

HAY

MeduzaleM with their special guest - our resident poet. 

Muzikačaka

Persons from Porlock

An evening with a couple

of openings and a concert, but this one struck the closest to home (I wonder if you can guess why).

Experiencing synaesthesia

for an evening.

Sometimes

there is no room to move into so you could get the microphone out of the picture.

You just know

it is going to be a great week when it starts off with a Monday morning session in the theatre. Especially when you are welcomed by the screaming committee - The Beatles's fans were nothing compared to this (OK, I might be exaggerating a tad, for I was not actually welcomed by the screaming committee, but surely a man is allowed to fantasise from time to time?
I am convinced that if Garfield was in my shoes he would change his mind about Mondays. And so would Bob (I am not so sure about Brenda though).
The only thing that could have made this Monday better would be a romantic date in the evening (and as I am writing this on Tuesday morning, I can tell you this did not happen... But hey, the week might still turn out to be perfect, so keep your fingers crossed).