Possessed.

Sharon brought these amazing masks to the workshop on Wednesday night and boy, did they transform all of us.

Everybody had a B-L-A-S-T getting possessed by the masks. Our bodies changed. We moved differently. And we finally got the answer to the question, “How does your face look under that mask?”, when Sharon got Daphne to hold her expression while unveiling her face. Our faces actually took on the masks’ expressions! Even when no one can see what goes on under them!

Okay. I have no idea if I am making sense right now. Let’s just put it this way. It was loads and heaps of fun.

No guesses which was our favourite mask.

Of course, the troupe also discovered my special talent for playing the dirty o’ man. Who knew? Such a unique talent I have. Am sure will come in handy some day.

Smoke Signals.

After a serious, serious day in class and in a freezing cold office, I was so glad to let off some steam during rehearsal in the evening. I know I haven’t gotten round to elaborating on the project much, but the new people I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and working with are an added bonus. Whyyyy didn’t I do this earlier? (Oh. Bills to pay. That’s right.)

Tonight, we got to see the gorgeous venue where our site-specific piece will be performed. This stunning building is an old fire station built in 1930; granted conservation status in 2007.

(Yes. Comes complete with two fireman’s pole. Batteries not included.)

I’ve always had a thing for old buildings, even if they are kinda run down, so this visit was suchhh a treat.

In the meantime… enjoy the space.

Details, soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally… A tribute of sorts to a previous occupant/explorer. Kinda sad it met with such a sorry end.

NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED!

R.I.P Mickey. 8X/

 

 

B is for Belated… and Berlin.

Currywurst!

Berlin Moscow. Fabulous little joint.

Russian Ice. Complimentary!

Of Bears and Berlin. A chocolate treat with tea.

The Man.

The Walls.

Indeed.

Fearless birds with a taste for croissant.

The spectacular Jewish Memorial.

Poochy Love.

Royalty at a bargain.

Fancy lights.

How not to love?

I’m not the only hungry girl.

Gorgeous.

Died and gone to Adidas Heaven.

Here we go again!

Back with a new project.

Today marks the start of a new project: fresh faces, fresh moves, fresh start.

Day one of rehearsals always gets me really nervous. How will I measure up? How will I cope? How will I fit in?

That, combined with the excitement of learning something new, is a potent mix.

I can’t go into much now – Rehearsal #1 is still 3 hours away. But the buzz is certainly kicking in.

How is this experience different from starting out at Dream Country though? Well, I will not be mentored by Char for one. And that essentially means zero familiarity and maximum anxiety. Also, Bestie is out of town for this entire duration with limited to zero contact with the digital world… which just means I’ll have to pent up all the goodness and badness of my days to come until he returns.

My nights have been wrought with all sorts of bizarre dreams. Shakespeare printed onto retro rock-styled t-shirts, lost objects found, people crowded into spaces too small… Please, all of you, fingers crossed for me!

That said, I’m headed off to Koh Samui on a four-day mission with my cameras. Already, I’m beating myself up over the 4 rehearsals and 2 French classes I am missing. Again… my high school ghosts are catching up with me. “How can you skip town? How can you miss lessons? That’s truancy!” I know. I have too many voices in my head and I give them too much credit.

In the meantime though, I know I still have to lay the Berlin spirits to rest. Right on to the next post!