Smoke Ghosts at The Hive

I love the shapes that smoke makes caught by hard light in still air. My brother Andrew has some gorgeous shots he took the previous winter one fine morning... was it something like 4 that you left the house to catch a numinous jack frost with your breath in the still icy night? Hoary ink blots. Smokey impressions aren't as healthy but certainly more comfortable. Special effects to rival poltergeist. Love. 

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Bingley

Have been getting arty in a fine art stylie this week. I've cast three faces in plaster at the playhouse in prep for mask making and also started painting/constructing a large indoor mural at a yute centre in Bingley. Thought I'd paint a giant pink humbolt manga squid called Alberto. Part of the squid based installation includes a set of giant musical tubes. I wonder if the commissioning authority realised what they were getting when they hired me and mine...

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Throwing the stone.

New years day at Hunstanton. I threw an old stone. A necklace piece that had been weighing on my mind for some time. Its gone to the sea now. If you look carefully you see my brother, the photographer, has caught the stone mid flight.

Below a student demonstrates Vsevolod Emilovich Meyerhold's solo classical étude “Throwing the Stone,”. The 21st century body lends an absurd weight to the movement that makes it rather comic.

 

Its rather different back in the days of the Moscow Arts Theatre. There is an expression of a noble truth. He was executed in 1940 by good old Jo Stalin.

Theatre should be full of truth. Not always the truth that exists in the everyday world... something more magnificent perhaps.