You get to that point sometimes where you need to take things back to basics.
Being able to work quickly. Spontaneously.
How much ‘awkward and clumsy’ can I choreograph?
How much ‘slapstick’?
No tricks here. No athleticism. The humour is dry.
Pathos wriggles just under the skin.
I’m conscious but my thoughts are blurred. Somewhere else.
Occupied. Swamped. At breaking point.
Sleep is the dead weight of concrete boots that take half the day to shake off.
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Walking with a rhythm slowed and slurred by middle age
A creaking and clicking downsizing human frame.
I try to keep up…I try to keep up…
I heard the news today, oh boy.
Why. When. How did we get here?
“ I started playing around, and thought it would be quite interesting to get on them. I was thinking about how the plinths affected me; I tried to let the plinths determine where I put my foot or my arm. It became a pose work, an action that I did throughout the day. Somebody photographed me and I liked how that looked. People always think it’s lampooning Henry Moore, but I actually did that with a piece called Fallen Warrior, where I’m lying on the beach .”
Bruce McClean. Pose Work for Plinths 3.
“I think humour is used a lot of the time to keep people from getting too close. Humour side-steps and shifts the meaning.”
“If one more person tells me this is just like the old times, I swear I’ll jump out the window”.
If I’m honest, I’m having fun with this. And why shouldn’t I?
Falling over | Lying face down | ‘Balancing acts’.
"If God had wanted us to play football in the clouds, he'd have put grass up there". Brian Clough.X. Marks the Spot. 442. Artist, Black Balloon with White X.
Four tactical options around the classic (pragmatic) formation.