As part of York St John University’s Graduate Showcase Festival, Create ’12, I will be performing “Days Like These”.
So if you missed out the first time, make sure you catch it this time. It really is rather good!
Tickets are free and can be booked here
“Days Like These”
6pm – Monday 21st May
Arts Workshop. York St. John University
Left Luggage will be part of the very exciting, ‘Little Festival of Everything’, at the Fauconberg Arms in Coxwold, 25th – 27th November. Organised by the rather lovely ‘Flanagan Collective‘. More details to come.
Live Art Therapy | An Exploration of Fear | An Exploration of Exclusion
Live Art Therapy is a durational, interactive installation which asks if we can find an answer to the question, ‘what is live art?’.
Participants are invited to view materials, contribute to discussion and to create for camera their own stills and write description for work they might make and call ‘live art’.
Live Art Therapy becomes a show all of its own in which it becomes less clear who is artist; an effort to make Live Art the sort of work anyone can feel part of.
‘The Meloncholy of Van Gogh in the Shadow of Gauguin’s Nosferatu’
Performance created and documented by audience participants
A performance work looking at the little known episode of how Van Gogh lost his ear whilst working under the vampiric Gauguin.
A meditation on the fall out between two well known impressionist painters.
In this room, with us tonight is a lady.
And that lady is a child.
This child becomes a lady.
This young girl becomes a lady.
But not on her own.
She needs your help to make this transition.
She is asking for your help.
More than that she’s begging, begging for your help to turn her from a child, from a young girl into a lady.
No. No she’s not. She is not asking for your help.
You don’t realise it but she’s not asking for your help.
The young girl never asks for your help but you do it anyway.
You never asked. You just assumed and did it anyway. Based on what you thought, you knew, you assumed the young girl was a lady.
No-one blames you.
No-one’s blaming anyone.
But I want you to know that it’s your fault.
I blame you. I could blame myself but I don’t. I blame you. Well it’s better than blaming myself isn’t it?
This isn’t my fault.
You left me out.
This is your fault.
You left me out.
The Lady Text, Gemma Alldred, 2010
Play Me: A Collaborative evening of Performance