Some months already since the pan-hemisphere rehearsals of Daniel Schlusser’s Ophelia Doesn’t Live Here Anymore. I’ve been sitting on these photos for a while, and as spring lurches across Berlin – as well as some imminent Dasniya and I shibari … Continue reading
A short invitation to a showing of some sort this Friday: The last two weeks, Gala Moody and I have been in residence at Rosas in Brussels working on something. There is some: dancing (including, but not limited to: jumping, … Continue reading
I heard it slightly wrong. Parsifal, struck with awareness of Amfortas and the wound is physically overwrought. “Sie brennt in meinem Herzen!” he says, and then pauses, realises, “No! No! It’s not the wound!”, it is the anguish of love, … Continue reading
I arrive in Brussels this morning, curiously with Anuschka sitting next to me the whole way. We stay up the whole night to make Flughaven Schönefeld by 4:30am. I spend morning after coffee with Gala asleep. Lunch. Some writing and … Continue reading
The last few days, Dasniya, Hartmut and myself had been in another Fabrik, with another mobile gantry. More dust and dirt, grime, rope adventure. We have somewhere new to play. More to talk about also. John Cage makes an appearance. … Continue reading
It seems the nature of seeing a performance in another city also involves lengthy missed trains on the return for Dasniya and I. Departing a minute before our arrival (or probably while we were stumbling around Stuttgart Hauptbahnhof looking for … Continue reading
The last day screening, Dasniya and I climbed the stairs of Hackesche Höfe Kino for 90 more minutes of the inescapable Parsifal. Die Singende Stadt, an un-narrated documentary of the making of an opera, here being in Stuttgart, the opera … Continue reading
The day before the last performance, we arranged to spend some time on the stage working on some suspensions and taking photos. I’d imagined the stage would be empty as it is at the end of Act III, and open … Continue reading
More? More! Continuing on from when Castellucci was a criminal … Words and Pictures!. I was planning on making an addendum to the previous post, but … (For those who would like copies of the embedded video and audio (with … Continue reading
I saw the first Act. Well, parts of it I’d not seem before, while loitering side-stage from shortly after Nietzsche ascended. Not long enough there to see the electric spear of Parsifal, though I shall try and time my wig … Continue reading