Ophelia Opens

Rehearsals via Skype between Berlin and Melbourne as the sun rose in mid-summer. More talking and writing and videoing back and forth in the last months, and suddenly it arrives.

Daniel Schlusser’s new performance, a co-production with Chamber Made Opera and Bell Shakespeare’s Mind’s Eye, for which I somehow contributed Japanese rope bondage, is premiering as I write this, half a world away. Really wish I was there.

You can see it over the next three days …

Sounds of an army massing, or is it trumpets…or thunder? Then a chorus of angels…
OPHELIA sings
O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch’d form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

OPHELIA DOESN’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE

Thursday 24 November 2011 at 9pm
Friday 25 November 2011 at 9pm
Saturday 26 November 2011 at 9pm
At a Private Living Room in Armadale

Ophelia doesn’t live here anymore reveals the story of Ophelia as a monomaniacal botanist – wilful, unpredictable and in love with a self-harming sociopath.

Ophelia doesn’t live here anymore is a cross-artform opera, a collaboration between Daniel Schlusser, composer Darrin Verhagen, video artist Richard Grant and choreographer Frances d’Ath,
with design by Marg Horwell. Performed by Daniel Schlusser, Lily Paskas
and Karen Sibbing in the role of Ophelia, the project will bring together text from Hamlet,
video, physical extremes and Verhagen’s dark combination of music and Noise to create
a new chamber opera performance installation.

That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
That suck’d the honey of his music vows,
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!