bitches

I started rehearsals on Monday for the reason why Australia China Council gave me money and why I’m able to go schlepping up to Jiulong every second weekend. bitches is a small work of a puerile imagination which got legs and walked when I was stumbling around for an idea just before I left Melbourne.

The original idea was much more of a Christian Marclay meets Bowie in his smacked up Berlin years conceptual prog-rock piece. But it always seemed to have a bit of a hole in it, and needed a better name. Then just before I left Melbourne, I came across Goya’s etchings Los Caprichos, kinda like the high society equivalent of his Disasters of War series. Lots of slutty girls and rutting lechers, then some invocations of lesser evil things, demonic goats and the usual descending into bad-acid. Just my kinda deal.

So imagining Goya as a obsessive shop window dresser, the piece has three dancers not dancing, getting sweaty and dressing like the Stones in in their tranny street whore phase. And the music. A big yay! to Emile for 4.7 gig of metal mayhem. I was listening to metal reduced to its bones: Agorophobic Nosebleed. 30 second wonders. I think now making 4 minute dance pieces is too long.

Rehearsals are short. The conceptual side of it all is for making dance it’s usual to have no time, no money and no dancers. The first thing to go then is the steps. No movement means more time to make dance, freeing up weeks of valuable time to get on with the more important things, like making the dancers look good.

And the dancers do look good. I taught them last year at the Guangdong Modern Dance Company school and like almost every Chinese contemporary dancer I’ve seen, they are fucking awesome. Beautiful, amazing movers, fearless, ravenous for dancing and for anything new. They’re the kind of dancers who learn so quick they’ll burn up any choreographer who isn’t fast enough. Lucky we only have three weeks (and three afternoons a week), which means I don’t have time to mess around either.

So: bitches: 30 second satanic death metal demonic invocation . Just Frances making the usual crap and calling it dance.

back in guangzhou town – again

The flight sucked. Taking off is fun in a 747 or anything fast enough to make your bones rattle and your intestines shake, but this didn’t do it, not even having two seats from Kuala Lumpar to Hong Kong, and my hysterically over-tired finish-China-Miévilles-The-Scar-in-a-single-reading left me fucking hallucinating and dropping in and out of a very unbalanced half-sleep populated by South China Sea pirates, Fujian snakeheads, and Remade New Corzoban sex slaves, the view out my window a dead ringer for the Scar itself.

So, back in Guangzhou where the foreigner population is currently outnumbering locals due to the 97th Canton Trade Fair. The success of which is evident in the ferocious high-heels and short skirts all over town. It’s like Vegas in the gold rush. Or something. But I was climbing in Baiyun Shan within 12 hours of schlepping into Guangdong East Station. I have priorities. The rainy season declared open war on climbing today anyway, dumping down the kind of water you only get in a drought.

Two months in Guangzhou, making art. Just before I left, trying to find a book of Goya’s Disasters of War etchings, I came across another series of his, which kinda perfectly fits into my current Binlang Girl/demonic Chinese warrior jag. Perfect late night fever-induced bad-dream reading to go with my recently contracted Ebola. Either my viscera will shortly liquify, causing the deaths of millions across the Pearl River Delta, or I’ll survive slightly brain-damaged. Nothing unusual there. Currently my typing and fine-motor skills are severely impaired making writing this and self-pleasure quite difficult, hence the lack of posting.

travelling again

I leave for Hong Kong and Guangzhou tomorrow for a couple of months making horrible art before heading over to Zurich. Yay to Australia-China Council for funding me to go to Guangzhou again.

Lots of my friends for some reason are in China at the moment, so it’s gonna be a really sweet catch-up couple of weeks. In the meantime, writing here will be probably non-existent until Monday. As usual, check out the links for stuff that is good to read. Or don’t. I still have some shopping to do and pack yet – blah… and I am really really really gonna miss my baby.

Australia China Council funds me

Just when I was thinking of giving it all up, getting a nice easy job (say maybe a showgirl in Shanghai or something…), the Australia-China Council comes to the rescue and offers to fund my latest piece of insanity in China.

Woohoo!!!!! So, after a return to Melbourne in a week for a couple of months (I delayed in order to fit in another weekend climbing at Jiulong; I have priorities), I’ll be heading back here very soon for my next project in May. A big yellow room, feel something. (That’s all I know right now). Now I have no excuses for not starting Chinese lessons.