Behind the screen I listened to the fawning, toadying visitor flatter my studio companion. Quietly I gutted stuffed cradled hung and carried on dreaming as a few feathers floated down…
On stage tonight ‘barely there, barely here’. A short performance starring feathers, fabric and a fan part from the skip. A something and nothing made of something and nothing to […]
Another short performance starring a lump of concrete, feathers and a string. A different tale (to one to follow) of two parts.
In the mesmeric turning there is a space which opens up things unsaid in/articulated un/edited become a moment of complicity between (artist) and (audience) -between- words put in and out […]
A bit quirky and off beat, certainly unpolished but in dark winter days a glimmer of light.