Amongst the crowds here at C&C male genitalior and masculinity…that’s the theme here this evening at this little gallery
Things I don’t understand…
Twitting and uploading to make a 3D face change shape! It’s interesting to say the least and my eyes feast upon the detail and colour of these fascinating things! What talent there is within the room and it’s a privilege to be apart of the art world this evening so close to home!
Art work by: Paul Westcombe, Patrick Simkins and Michael Colgate #newtext
Check out C&C gallery for up coming exhibitions and events! Enjoy great food, drinks and a festive atmosphere at The Canvas and Cream.
Havelock Walk Studio winter festival certainly had a lot of things you wanted to have! Have, hold, touch, look at but certainly not lock up…I felt very privileged to peruse priceless pieces of passion, as local artists opened their studios to passers by in pursuit of a hand made Christmas gift.
I’ve often wondered what was behind the closed studios doors of this wonderful little street in Forest Hill. Turns out its a whole treasure of artists…. making, creating, braking, being bold, burning, shaping, showing the world a walk through their creative minds of beautifully crafted pieces of work.
There’s a whole community network down here all supporting one another and proving that art, craftsmanship and community is far from being consumed by our on line computer crazy; eyes down; click click ‘I’ll have another ikea carbon copy cupboard please’. It’s alive and you can see it, touch it, smell it and even talk to the makers behind it.
From paintings; pots and plates to wooden elm bowls; baubles; boobs drawn on dishes; book marks; cards and so much more. Canvas and Cream opened its back doors to serve up banter, brioche, salt beef and booze. Whilst The Signal gave away drinks vouchers to customers who bought from the local artists.
There was live music, mulled wine, mince pies, parlour games and smiles a plenty. There was something for everyone, with prints and pieces that even a penniless poet could purchase, becoming all the richer for being welcomed into this wonderful creative community.
My friend and I left with gifts, grins and a gate that is always open down on Havelock Walk. The artists are there working and selling all year round; The C&C Gallery plays host to artists from around the world, holding exhibitions and events through the seasons. The Signal invites musicians and singers to play to the punters…and I find myself even more fond of this friendly Forest Hill! A lovely festive feeling to finish off the weekend!
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And I become part of the Alien crowd
I don’t shout out loud
I shut off
From phone to soul
I’m not whole
My ears don’t work without
But my music
Tip tap tap
It’s not a word
But who cares
We sit and calculate
What did you say?
On the trigger
Up up up
The music louder
To drown out the laughter
Eye to eye
At your neighbour
Do us a favour
Feel the flavour
Of this moment
In the face
The alien crowd
From a vibrant, colorful sunny Sunday afternoon of social swing dancing with London’s swing patrol in Pop up Brixton…to a grey suited sky of squashed sardines on the clammy commuter underground grind.
Londoners; Sunday to Monday a transition worth writing about. Wait…a see a smile amongst the crowd of frowns. Memories of yesterday at another pop up place. There’s no denying there cool, quite classy in fact, holding temporary homes to fresh food, local brews and a hole in your pocket as each pint costs around a fiver…and the tide flows as we pull up at green park; there’ll be no proceso in the park today though, it’s Monday and the sardines need to swim to work and smile at their Facebook friends who have posted selfies at the stylish pop up places…and it’s ok. To be different and stand here with script in hand and know that my journey is not live for the wild weekend but to be and breath and not bash my bag at the back of someone’s back but try to smile and remember that these fish find comfort in their daily commute, and London runs as it has, at a pace. a punch above the rest, rest assured you racy ones the next tube will arrive and time will tick tock towards that
What is this? A bus stop in a studio under the archway of a rail way? What can I do on it? I’d hardly even breathed and I was all over it like a rash…caravan palace and a bunch of like minded acrobat/actors/dench individuals…I knew their arm pit hair before I knew their names! This was going to be 24 hours at a bus stop like id never known before!
The anticipation of a new rehearsal process is always an adventure in a performers life…well it is for me anyhow; and this one, with scribbled thought and light the fuse was really one to be treasured. I love a challange; I embrace sweat; and face diverse sets with a smile and twingy muscles that are eager to get involved. And what better way to feed my adrenaline than Neil Beatles and Gemma Farlie in a heated up room exploring how to push a granny off a bus stop and clean up a raver after a heavy night out on the town…and this was just just the first hour! Let’s try hanging upside down, swinging around broom handles; Angry commuters; dolphin clamps; singing in the rain; a pervert; fighting yummy mummies; granny Annie; box splits from the top of the bus stop; old men and back flips; ass shaking…I could go on but I don’t want to spoil all the surprises….I’m trying to count the number of costume changes that happen but I’m struggling to count my own let alone everyone else’s…for a 24 minute show there are more changes than the four of us would do in a week… put together!
It’s been an exhilarating experience so far, so much fun and so much exploration of ideas and movements! Being able to express yourself and work closely with such strong talented people is just a dream job. This is one brilliant company to work for!
The combination of Neil and Gemma meant we got a rich mix of slick moves with integrity and intention and a frantic mash of acrobatic, ensemble, awesomeness. Nothing like a morning workout of twerking to hip tunes, yoga stretching the hairs off the floor and hanging upside down on muscle! Can’t say I’ve ever laughed and sweated so much in such a short space of time.
The question is…does the bus arrive? Or is it a classic case of waiting for ages and then they all turn up at once? Well you’ll have to get down to one of the festivals and check us out…Full Stop!
Full Stop Rehearsals 2015
So…Birmingham…An interesting start to the festival; Anna had to have a nose job and have it poked around at like playdough, which meant that even though she’s super dench and hard core she couldn’t do the shows.
Thankfully miss Gemma Fairlie saved the day and stepped in last minute..what a hero (although I would have payed good money to see Neil take on the role….the lovers scene would have taken on a whole new dimension and the red top would have fit like a glove!)
So we traveled up to Brum and discovered the magic that is Rob’s Brummy Turtle (his new 5 week course in Turtle Technique will be open to applicants soon. I know Gemma will be first to enrol!) The car journey also served as our first rehearsal space; we used traffic jams to our advantage and practiced the ravers moves, complete with sound effects. Although we did refrain from using “chinky chinky chinky”…not sure that would have gone down well in the Chinese Gay quarter where the festival was taking place.
Steph managed to get us an awesome rehearsal space at the hippodrome where we continued our intense/condensed rehearsal. We reworked what we needed to; A particular favourite being in workers where we had Gemma passed out for most of the sequence!
The shows brought us many delights, including a near rugby tackled Grannie Annie by Theresa (one of the lovely festival helpers) who thought that Grannie Annie was a member of the public trying to cross the performance space! Lucky Steph was close by to restrain this Brummy bouncer! Derek the duck was thrown a little early and was instead upstaged by Deano the Dog-who’s ears flapped nicely in slow motion across the battlefield; weird that he sounded so like Derek! Apple sauce in the hair; ripped hazmat right on seam of the ass; rainy last show resulting in cautious Ninjas; Off stage we had an underage helper who carried props, tweeted and text about the show, promoting us as “the amazing twerking grannies!”
Also off stage, amongst playing pool, eating sushi, feasting on all you can eat breakfast (which included prosecco…of course we didn’t drink any of this…unfortunately! #professional #withtheproduceranddirctor) We managed to meet with a Giraffe named Dolly; a guy called Dave, who told others he was Maria’s brother and worked as part of the company playing the drunk on the bus stop; and a chlostraphobic, crazy guy in the lift who thought we had bombs in our suitcases!
Amongst the last minuite changes, Gemma stepping in, Max’s inisiation, long drive, little sleep on the first night due to noise, nerves and notion of sleeping in crisp packets, we incurred only the following injuries;
For Steph,a bump to the head as she tried to get the laptop from Gemma’s car and mild deafness caused by Maria snoring (thankfully this is an injury Anna has finally recovered from); a hurt elbow for Gemma as she slapped the wet wipe across Maria’s face in yummy mummies; a sore wrist for Rob incurred from repetitive physical movement (take that information how you will); For Maria, a bleeding cut on the elbow caused by super ninja menu throwing by Rob; scratches to the chest but who knows where from! For Max, temporary blindness as he walked in the changing rooms to the full moon extravaganza of Rob’s arse! (There’s an image one wont forget in a hurry!); and finally a sore stomach for Jake who at breakfast “over estimated his bacon capacity”.
However despite the minor injuries we still managed to get in…some sweat farts; classic Chadwick “hello’s”; a visit from our very own Anna Simpson complete with beautifully straight nose; arse slaps; nipple tweaks; a single fanny clamp; great responses and some of the biggest crowds at the festival! We laughed, we bled, we rocked this festival…enough said!
Birmingham Summer in Southside festival August 2015