Our three days of joyous artistry ended with pieces asking me to step back in reflection of their import. I immediately realised the need to deeply consider and to replay the course of mini miracles through my memory lest they slip away.
Such angst! Such need! The purest pleas for understanding struck at my heart.
Here though, is the awareness that I may be superimposing my own processes on the recalling. Fatigue and the distraction resulting from so many wild ideas in a small space caused my sudden unravelling whilst the group I belonged to formed the structure of the performance. I am grateful for a compassionate cohort. Softness of approach and willingness to accommodate allowed the piece to take full shape. With barely time for a run-through, we were on, our showing reflecting the waves of emotion experienced by all. Then we were off, watching the other journeys unfurl.
With elements of Psychosis on flagrant display, tension and probing questioning littered the scripts as each group of performers brought together their individual musings into collectively unique work. Such diverse characters were represented in the choice of artists with each their own experiences and struggles, each their own questing and discoveries. Each gave their all in a very limited time to offer stories of identity textured with the patterns of being human.