The office is full of words. Not the awkwardly squeezed arts meets social care kind of text of funding bids and evaluation reports, these are words that take you by surprise scattered on the dining table with the tulips and biscuit crumbs: ‘salt fishcakes’, ‘distressed daughter’, ‘embarrassment’. It’s the debris of yesterday afternoon's workshop with… Continue reading Death by Chocolate
The eight-year old participant says it all: “To me nothing could have been better: the noise and the bubbles because they look magic; everybody working together to create a new world.” We were in the main dance space at the top of the Siobhan Davies Dance Studios in south London. The event was conjured into… Continue reading Weaving
‘What kept you awake was a feeling that everything in the world has its own size, that if you found its size among the swellings and diminishings it would be calm and shine’ from Tall Windows by Robert Hass I sneak into the theatre transformed into a playground of hanging silks, wires and ropes and… Continue reading Off Balance?