Beginnings and endings

 Jenny Sealey Residency  Comments Off on Beginnings and endings
Mar 032017

This journal starts at the beginning. The earliest posts from Day One are at the top, the last from Day Three are at the end. Unlike a traditional blog. We want the workshop to unfold here as it did in life. Jenny recorded a ‘wrap’ video at the end of each day. You don’t need to scroll from beginning to end: you can search using words in categories and tags – names or phrases like Jenny, 1st day.

As post workshop contributions come in we’ll revert to blog format and add them to the top.

Tall Smile:Day One

 1st day, Elizabeth  Comments Off on Tall Smile:Day One
Mar 032017

The patience of the group, the space they give each person to communicate, the concentration and attempts to understand each other is one of the most powerful experiences to be a part of on day one. Never have I seen such a large group listen to each other in that way.

I now have a sign name – arms stretching up from my chest to the ceiling. Each person in the group, if they didn’t have a sign name already, created one. Mine was nicknamed ‘tall smile’. It was our introduction to each other and now I know everyone’s sign better than I know their name. It spoke volumes to be about the link between movement / body and identity.


 1st day, 4.48 Psychosis  Comments Off on 4:48
Mar 032017

Adding to our new vocabulary, using phrases from Sarah Kane’s play.

Patterns of being human

 3rd day, Eva  Comments Off on Patterns of being human
Mar 052017
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.