Out of sight, out of mind
I looked and looked, but he wasn’t really there. The tiny windows of his eyes reflected another world, larger, darker and by all means more compelling than the empty street on which he walked, walked on by. And in an instant, I too disappeared. Out of sight, out of mind.
Super Tree
Trees are the poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness – Kahlil Gibran
Storm in a Teacup
A quick post to plug my new production.
Arthur Miller‘s The Crucible is being staged at the Drama Centre Theatre, National Library in Bras Basah Singapore from the 7th to the 23rd of February 2013, directed by Rayann Condy and staged by Toy Factory Productions.
After five gruelling weeks, assembling this modern classic in the crucible of our rehearsal room at the Goodman Arts Centre, we’re finally in the theatre – the space where it all comes alive. And what a life this production has. High stakes and high emotion balanced on the knife-edge of hidden agendas, with religion and gossip thrown into the mix. Two and a half hours of pure dramatic tension.
The subject matter sits in the somewhat foreign landscape of the Salem Witch Trials of the 1700s, but the parallels to modern day human social behaviour are as alive today as ever.
Tickets are available online at SISTIC or via their hotline at (65)6348 5555. There’s even a 4 for the price of 3 promotion for performances on the 12th and 19th (Tue 4pm), 13th and 20th (Wed 8pm). This is only available from the SISTIC hotline or at SISTIC counters islandwide, and the password to activate this promotion is “you are a witch”. No kidding.
Hope to see you there, friends.
Open Space
I’ve been on the road, in Paris, Buenos Aires, a small part of Patagonia, and now London in an almost, fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants, type of trip. Three weeks, planes, trains, automobiles, pounding pavements, hiking through foliage and trekking through ice. And many, old and new, friends. The time doesn’t seem like a lot, but the experiences have been truly mind boggling.
Anyways, I was at the Tate Modern yesterday and chanced upon this pair of children, from above, having a whale of a time in the massive Turbine Hall. It reminded me of Augusto Boal’s writing on how, if you give children an open space, they will explore and fill it. Adults, on the other hand, will hug the walls and probably try to find safety, like a chair, to claim. This ties in with Ken Johnstone’s premise that “adults are but atrophied children”.
And so, my seemingly random journey has a theme. I travel, to remember who I am.
And strangely enough, this is probably the first time I’ve articulated a new year’s resolution, thanks to my three-week adventure and a certain sneaky someone. To live simply, love completely, and, in the words of George Michael, have faith, faith, FAITH-A!
Happy 2013!
A Timely Reminder…
…as the year draws to a close. Thank you Jeannie Mai for the reminder.
Curiosity
A child’s spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it; you must stand still, and, for love, it will soon itself come back. - Rebecca Nurse
The Crucible by Arthur Miller
