This is late. Not a good sign.
Today is the post performance entry. I performed the Book of Essays both last night and the previous Friday, to different audiences with a few changes in both. My lovely assistants, partners in performance Bree and Sabina were a bit tired of the constant game changing and under developed nature of it all. And frankly I was too.This blog will most likely discredit my efforts in this process of development. As an artist I am terrified of failure, both in terms of content and delivery. I hope Sabina and Bree will want to work with me again. In the meantime I think I need to develop my practice on my own for a bit.
There were a few things that affected my ability to handle the project, notably handing in my notice at my former job, cutting me off from a source of income and audience members. I had to work full time for a week and a half in the run up to the show, people were sick (including myself) and I injured my back just before the first performance – caught me by complete surprise. These are the potential pitfalls. I have not received enough money to complete my final session of mentoring in Bristol but hope to soon.
I look forward to getting in contact with Farnham Maltings, thanking them for the support and asking for feedback. I will ask for feedback from Sylvia and edit my footage with a friend, finally some good documentation.
Now, though is a good time. I can look at who I am as an artist, where I am as a performer and what I make as a maker.
I have left a section of a rehearsal. Tell me what you think. Will post again, this blog is still alive.
Book of Essays
