Black Friday
What's Laura Van Dolron, got to do with last Friday? Nothing - directly - apart from me trying to cheer everyone up with an eyecatching photo, but I've spent most of my weekend organising a showcase of her work in London at the end of the month.
Laura recently graduated from De Toneelacademie Maastricht and has been carving out a successful career as a theatre maker in Holland and Belgium and this month starts a tour of European cities. My theatre company is very pleased to be hosting her visit to London.
So, if you're around on April 1st, in the evening, in Covent Garden, there a special performance of the show to which London Met Students are invited. There'll be some wine type stuff there as well. Not a date you're likely to forget, April Fools Day Evening...
And the show is particularly of interest to students - I'm inviting my third years as well - because Laura was a student herself until three years ago. And yet she has made, with the barest essentials, really exciting theatre - on a shoestring.
So, Sunday night. No blog from Friday. Slapped wrists. But there will be. Briefly:
We look, both groups, with our 'director's hats on' at the beginning of 'The Swamp' scene. How, in partiuclar, to place the participants in the scene in such a way as to tell the story well and economically. We wonder whether all the workers should be sat together or more spread out. We look at where Ivan should be when Pelagea comes into the yard. We allow ourselves to fall into the trap of wondering where to place Ivan so that his lines can be heard, rather than analysing the scene for what is happening - and, therefore what it means.
And therfore how to present it.
Nonetheless, despite my pre-weekend dopiness, some very good student contributions. Dean for directing work on the scene. Charlene for a brilliant - and truthful - portrayal of Hitler writing his favourite poem. To Cat in the other group for her brave taking of the bull by the horns and giving us a stirring Karpov speech off a chair (reading off the 'autocue' of the OHP). George Bush could have done no better.
This is the second time that Cat has overcome reluctance, either her own or someone else's, to say: 'I'll do it'. Someone stepping forward. A volunteer for a suicide mission which turns into a hero mission worthy of the Victoria Cross. And I have to say most people admire such bravery.
Bravery not unlike Vlassova picking up Smilgin's Flag...
This followed by similar bold work by Abigail, Tom and Chris. Grace also had a shot at it, carrying on Cat's baton. Chris, please remind me if I've missed anyone out - or misremembered some names. I'm losing brain cells by the handful, remember.
Laura recently graduated from De Toneelacademie Maastricht and has been carving out a successful career as a theatre maker in Holland and Belgium and this month starts a tour of European cities. My theatre company is very pleased to be hosting her visit to London.
So, if you're around on April 1st, in the evening, in Covent Garden, there a special performance of the show to which London Met Students are invited. There'll be some wine type stuff there as well. Not a date you're likely to forget, April Fools Day Evening...
And the show is particularly of interest to students - I'm inviting my third years as well - because Laura was a student herself until three years ago. And yet she has made, with the barest essentials, really exciting theatre - on a shoestring.
So, Sunday night. No blog from Friday. Slapped wrists. But there will be. Briefly:
We look, both groups, with our 'director's hats on' at the beginning of 'The Swamp' scene. How, in partiuclar, to place the participants in the scene in such a way as to tell the story well and economically. We wonder whether all the workers should be sat together or more spread out. We look at where Ivan should be when Pelagea comes into the yard. We allow ourselves to fall into the trap of wondering where to place Ivan so that his lines can be heard, rather than analysing the scene for what is happening - and, therefore what it means.
And therfore how to present it.
Nonetheless, despite my pre-weekend dopiness, some very good student contributions. Dean for directing work on the scene. Charlene for a brilliant - and truthful - portrayal of Hitler writing his favourite poem. To Cat in the other group for her brave taking of the bull by the horns and giving us a stirring Karpov speech off a chair (reading off the 'autocue' of the OHP). George Bush could have done no better.
This is the second time that Cat has overcome reluctance, either her own or someone else's, to say: 'I'll do it'. Someone stepping forward. A volunteer for a suicide mission which turns into a hero mission worthy of the Victoria Cross. And I have to say most people admire such bravery.
Bravery not unlike Vlassova picking up Smilgin's Flag...
This followed by similar bold work by Abigail, Tom and Chris. Grace also had a shot at it, carrying on Cat's baton. Chris, please remind me if I've missed anyone out - or misremembered some names. I'm losing brain cells by the handful, remember.
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