What an amazing two and a half hours of slashing and repairing. We were directed, we responded and we did our best to keep the bodies together as they slipped, fell over and spewed jelly, sawdust and feather innards round the arena.
It evolved in unforeseen ways. The bodies didn’t behave as we expected, nor did the live audience. But that’s ok by me because that is what I expected- the unexpected. Make sense? Comments overheard: ‘keep them going before they freeze’, ‘this makes them take a photo and this one move the bodies’.
We documented it with a time lapse camera that we programmed wrong and pointed at an odd angle, we took photos when directed, we didn’t collapse as I feared though half way through I stabbed myself with a blunt pair of scissors and oozed blood that was indistinguishable from the red jelly.
Where does this take us? Another performance? Another making? Lots to process.
