Thankfully, for me, you, the sake of this blog, I got over myself. Yesterday was so much fun!
With the techniques Jean Claude is giving us, we improvise to create imaginary worlds. He gives us restrictions. The stage is 1m sq. We have the choice to work solo, in pairs or in a trio. I saw clowns trapped in a jungle, sinking into a swamp, being attacked by an alligator. Others sped across the city on a moped or were in a space rocket. We were in the Wild West and robbed a bank.
As long as we have control of our bodies and we listen to each other, are in the game, we can create anything. We can make anything happen. A child in hospital can make anything happen, with us in the room.
I tend to back away from the poetry of mime or, indeed the car crash that is bad mime. But in these improvisations, it was clear that it was the play and belief in the world that created it. And the joy of being there, and not knowing what might appear next...a vulture, you say? Ok!
Imagine walking onto a ward, and creating a world like that. Entering a room, and totally committing to an alternate reality. Not ignoring the child of course, but taking their lead, bringing them with us. Maybe these are the kinds of visits that you brilliant people are doing already. I am realising how restricted I can be when I am on the floor and my mind is buzzing with new possibilities for work.
I am not suggesting that every room we go into should become a jungle, but every once in a while, why not?
Hasta Lunes, Cuchuras x
With the techniques Jean Claude is giving us, we improvise to create imaginary worlds. He gives us restrictions. The stage is 1m sq. We have the choice to work solo, in pairs or in a trio. I saw clowns trapped in a jungle, sinking into a swamp, being attacked by an alligator. Others sped across the city on a moped or were in a space rocket. We were in the Wild West and robbed a bank.
As long as we have control of our bodies and we listen to each other, are in the game, we can create anything. We can make anything happen. A child in hospital can make anything happen, with us in the room.
I tend to back away from the poetry of mime or, indeed the car crash that is bad mime. But in these improvisations, it was clear that it was the play and belief in the world that created it. And the joy of being there, and not knowing what might appear next...a vulture, you say? Ok!
Imagine walking onto a ward, and creating a world like that. Entering a room, and totally committing to an alternate reality. Not ignoring the child of course, but taking their lead, bringing them with us. Maybe these are the kinds of visits that you brilliant people are doing already. I am realising how restricted I can be when I am on the floor and my mind is buzzing with new possibilities for work.
I am not suggesting that every room we go into should become a jungle, but every once in a while, why not?
Hasta Lunes, Cuchuras x