May your potatoes be sweet
I just wrote my first complaint email!
Back in the Cotswolds starting Listening Eye training with Tonalis Music. Feeling blessed to be on this voyage of discovery with such wonderful people in such a beautiful place. And I'm staying in a house with a massive Tipi in the garden.
More BodyVoice experiments with performer Flavia Betram. Thank you for another wonderful session! BodyVoice choir coming soon...
I'm feeling really inspired after Language, Landscape and the Sublime symposium last week at Dartington Hall. What a beautiful setting to bring together artists, ecologists, academics and practitioners. Thanks artdotearth!
First Video of the series!
Margery Kemp's (1373-1438) story found on top of a cupboard in the 1930s. Bride of Jesus, acclaimed mystic, a pilgrim to Jerusalem and Rome - navigating through medieval europe poor and alone - and then threatened with prosecution of Witch-craft.
Listen on Radio 4: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b07cyfkg#play
The waves of sound come from all around - And yet this skin it keeps me in
Must one speak to be heard? Must one move to be seen?
My BodyVoice an echoing word - Writing the story of where I've been
A wonderful few days with theatre director Bethan Dear starting my new project BodyVoice and connecting to the Yorkshire landscape. Videos coming soon!
I had a great weekend exploring the spirit of Beltane with voice and movement with Into the Wild. Lots of new ideas and lovely faces to share them with. Looking forward to when these shoots bear fruits.
The Roman invasion of Britain - most of the records of Celtic civilisation we have come from the people who decimated their communities and culture. But our understanding doesn't have to rely history penned in blood. We can find our own stories in myth, in legend and in the land itself.
There are no facts in history. There are just stories. Words are the building blocks of consciousness as atoms are the building blocks of matter. Story responsibly.
Last August I had the pleasure of shooting an impromptu video with movement artist Lotan Sapir and composer Renu. Traipsing off to the lakes of Woltersdorf with these two talented artists is a fond memory of collaboration, exchange and magic. One of several videos I am making with Renu for her new album to be released in 2017.
I am also glad that I managed to not fall into the lake with my camera - which came close several times when shooting while wading into the lake.
You, the rocky black hacked cliff,
The precipice on the horizon,
The edge between two worlds,
Hard and brutal you hold the earth from the sky,
Without erring, without question.
I, the tumultuous sea,
Brought to you in a great storm
Of froth and thrashing,
I hurl myself at your unforgiving face,
Dash myself relentlessly against you,
Till you are sodden,
Till your ancient body is forced to hold
my weight of a million thousand tears
cried, drunk, pissed and rained
by a million thousand people.
My soul is strapped mercilessly to you,
I choke and wheeze against my own onslaught,
Dreaming of the day when the sun shines upon us.
Your facade once drowned now dried and porous,
Allowing the wind to gently caress us as you fall
dust by dust, into my deep belly,
To cradle you till the end of time.
Unlock the voice and what door opens?
To find ones voice. To stand up and be heard.
Or maybe just to be in tune with the world.
To be in harmony. To sing out your heart.
To cry out the pain. Let go of the hurt.
To hear oneself over or in, all or none.
To dance to what beat of who's drum?
Such beautiful work! Thank you to my sister for sending!