Sunday 5 October 2014

Beware Dramaturg Armed with Sharpies


Autumn, it seems, is upon us. There's a nip in the air and the leaves are crisping up nicely. And to celebrate this change in the seasons, we are changing things up on this 'ere blog with a GUEST POST! Yes! I know, we're good to you....


Beware Dramaturg Armed with Sharpies
David Lane 2nd October 2014

Starting any new relationship with another creative being can be tricky. 

I married my wife after meeting her on an internet dating site, and despite sharing plenty of communication before we first met – emails, photos, music, hand-written ramblings – that first time we faced each other over a (pub) table was at once exciting, nerve-wracking, and full of the possibility of great success or stalling failure.

Beginning a dramaturgical relationship with a new playwright or company carries some of these familiar hallmarks – you sense it’ll kind of work, the noises made by both parties are all good, you’ve found out what you can about one another, you’re trusting in a shared commitment to some common goals, but when you meet in the flesh… how… exactly… does it all happen? Where are we going? Do we know? Does that matter? What’s the process meant to be? Should it be that – or something else?

Enter Sharpies (and exit metaphor: I didn’t use Sharpies to plan my relationship or my marriage, though there was a drunken diagram of potential in-laws on the back of a beermat).

As both dramaturg and playwright I have always tried to write everything down in the early stages – part of my own process of recording and later sifting out the important bits of conversations – but increasingly the Sharpie has become the tool with which I’ll be trying to shape and map out a process for my own or somebody else’s creativity. 

The Sharpie is awesome. It lists, it reflects, it organises, it colour codes (if you have more than one) and with a big flipchart you can see thoughts and questions all in one place and track how it has journeyed, developed and how it now all inter-relates. Plus it has a nice thick line that feels all definite and productive. 

Okay, so it’s not the Sharpie doing that – the right tools often need to be available to you to make a job feel easier. The benefit, I hope, for the company in question is that I can act as a filter and focusing tool for their creativity: that when the talking is done, there is a map left behind that points the way forward, shaping and guiding the next steps. 

This collaboration with Theatre Rush and Beaford Arts is completely new to all three parties. We are crashing together three known processes – devising, producing rurally and dramaturgy – to make one that is unknown to us. We bring different things to the table, but by our second session have shown ourselves open to challenging one another, and all want our skills to work better together (whilst sounding less like a political campaign strapline).

What’s been refreshing with Theatre Rush and Beaford Arts is their willingness to be hands-off about what they’re bringing with them: respectively an existing show and process, and an idea of what a rural residency within communities might look like for a company. They offer them up for comment and scrutiny. Their benevolence has made my job much easier. The Sharpies have been whirring. 

The next practical stage now approaches – two days of dramaturgy looking at the core stories that create The Lost Tales of Devon – and if the spirit of collaboration continues in this vein (open to challenge, fluid process, reflective and driven in equal measure) we’re in for a rich and rewarding time. The right tools are already available in the room: we just have to find the ones we need most.  

Saturday 6 September 2014

Arrive early and leave something behind

The title of this blog post is a nugget of wisdom. One of many tiny jewels that we were lucky enough to be given at a meeting which marked the beginning of a very exciting relationship. Last  Friday Theatre Rush met up with the wonderful Mark Wallace, of Beaford Arts, and David Lane, a fantastic writer and dramaturg. It was the first time that all of us had been in the room together since the first murmurings of a potential creative relationship began back in July. Some of us were meeting for the first time. So there was a sense of..well... risk. No one really knew what to expect, or whether this would work. (And we can't know the answer to the latter yet, although we've got a pretty good feeling about it. )
We needn't have worried, as it soon emerged that we had a lot of shared interests and 'ways' of working. We had sent a hefty zip file over to David at his request a few weeks before, with a little bit of everything we had done as a company. Scripts, photos, questions we had answered, footage. Anything and everything. And it felt so unspeakably wonderful to discover that David had spent a great deal of time searching through this folder and responding to it. It felt like being 'studied', in the best possible way. David was able to hold up a mirror to some of the workings and ambitions of Theatre Rush, bit as individuals and a company, and whilst getting to know him, we felt like we were getting to know our company a bit better too. Something that really stayed was the notion that we make work that doesn't always completely know itself until an audience arrives. David's dramaturgy helped us to articulate this 'thing' that lies right at the centre of what we do. We kind of knew it was there, but hadn't really looked at it head on.

Three hours later, after "flexible preferred goals", hopes and visions, mirrors and Lionel Ritchie interruptions, we left the comfortable darkness of The Bike Shed Theatre and emerged, blinking, into the appropriately dazzling sunshine of a Devon afternoon and felt POSITIVE. Boy does it feel good to have a clear path ahead of us. Granted one with many crossroads and pitfalls and unknowns, but a path nonetheless.  I was moved to involuntary noises of excitement on a number of occasions during the meeting, inspired by the utter joy of possibilities. Without support, all those options can be confusing, limiting and overwhelming. But with Mark's guidance and David's dramaturgy and infectious enthusiasm, the myriad creative opportunities that are spreading before us feel a weeny bit like Christmas.

We haven't ironed out all the creases yet, but we can say that we will be working with Mark and David on developing The Lost Tales of Devon towards a potential Rural Tour, and we literally can't WAIT to get started.

Monday 1 September 2014

More imagination than you can shake a mint cake at

Well Mint Fest, I'm not sure anyone should be having that much fun whilst still being able to call it 'work'. What an amazing, inspiring and completely bonkers weekend! It was a little bit like someone had broken reality and we loved it! But more than anything we would like to say thank you to the good people of Kendal for writing this, the most bizarre but strangely comprehensible Tall Tale that we have ever had the pleasure of typing up. It begins with cabbage disease, takes in aardvarks and banana barons, and ends with the overthrowing of government by a large angry cloud man. Who could ask for more?

THE MINT FEST 2014 TALL TALE

Written one word at a time by Marvellous MintFesters

Cabbage disease is taking over our green, luscious plentiful landscape. Inebriation of every living turtle; enormous, moveable cheeky knees. She laughed chocolate and opened her large protruding wings comfortably, threateningly. Gosh! An aardvark (not an armadillo) green and lizard crawling along the bank, went kissing in vain. Instead, the aardvark swam anxiously towards the enormous scary crocodile. Frightened, he got eaten and his eye popped out. 

“Oh heck” said he, “Help!”. 
And he called his friend Richard, who worked in Greggs.
“Um, er, I need help NOW!!!”
“Tractor, or a pasty?”
But then, BANG! He went insane.

Luckily Mandy, his disciple, thwarted evil. Wow! Alisdair went to the temple of bananas. However he opened the banana, he picked it up and it was a telephone. Sweeties rained down from a purple pig- an awkward situation. How would we eat them all? 
“Quite easily” said Tom. “Yum, yum, yum”>

Then the baron of banana tower ate all the sweeties, then marshmallows. Concurrently, the crocopython saved the turtle called Kevin. Suddenly, out of the river came a humpback dolphin, who eats snail pasta. He burps… and sinks and shouts
“Help! I am stuck beneath an elephant” who sank magnificently underwater.

A quadrilateral snail-bird, swimming, fell down the waterfall and hit his shell, but he turned over and swam upstream. Bubbles spilled unexpectedly from the mouth.
“Oh dear. Next time we should make something better. HOT DOG!” he shouted, “Help me!”.

Suddenly an eruption engulfed the end of his head and burnt a hole in his toupee, which was on a pig called Dan who… was smelly and unbelievably fat, but very tasty. Hippercrocadollapig’s fun-house dog jumped high among the Space Unicorns, shooting marshmallows  at an army of men. Suddenly they squashed her helmet because plums ate grass. Unfortunately, sheep had brains, which exploded!

Quadrilateral snail bird jumped a cache, squashed a tomato sandwich flat. Bob, who doesn’t portray himself very well, hid in a duck that poops jelly beans supercalifragalisticexpialidociously. Fell-shoes, who gobbles caterpillars, collects snow-globes and poo, throws shoes gently at Ewan. Cloudman throws clouds, hailstones and raindrops at the government, because  he was drunk and angry.


THE END!!

Monday 21 July 2014

Thunderbolts and Lightning, very very.....wet!


Well what a weekend! It started with the biggest thunderstorm any of us had ever seen (let alone camped through), and we were all very thankful that the heaviest downpour held off until our last tent peg was in. And then a night of thunderclaps and heavily leaking tents (and Theatre Rushers crawling from tent to tent in the dark trying to find a dry place to sleep!). And with just a few hours kip under our berets, we scrabbled the barrow together between rainy onslaughts, donned very damp costumes and wondered how we would ever squeeze some creativity out of sleepy, soggy festival goers.....



Oh, but how wrong we were. Larmer Tree, you blew our SOCKS off with your weird and wonderful creations! And so, without further ado, here it is- what you've all been waiting for. It's our ONE WORD STOOOOORRRRRYYYY! (No suprises really that thunder is a running theme).

THE LARMER TREE 2014 ONE WORD STORY

Once Upon Bob, exploded pineapples, BOOM! Jellyfish suddenly landed on  planet, “Llama Exotic”. Satisfactory ate delicious tropical fruit (Papaya). However, Swagalicious penguins enjoy eating fish and seals but unbelievably, Henry flushed! Flabergasted, pandiculated, he remonstrated with Father Christmas who was drunk. Bangers! Look! Martians!

Suddenly pyjamas rained inside an elephant’s trunk. What? Where? Here? Hawaii! So… we drummed vigorously on the tummy of the giant! With a thunderous roar the giant’s hunger grows. Unfortunately famine erupted unexpectedly. The polar bear farted very nanishly and then died.

Suddenly, Billy began turning away from responsibility and jumped all fences. But then catastrophe! The polar spaceship collided with pandas until a light erupted. Fortunately, outlandish smells, Rhubarb wine with ice. The stinky toilets need cleaning. 

My dog regularly regurgitates asbestos which hurts. But he is an ogre. He was rehabilitated. incredibly, cabbage gets eaten by the monster called Arnold. Suddenly lightning struck, instantly shocking a teapot, turning it into a cat.

Turnips ran around stones, fabulously undulating whilst singing, live, discombobulated monkeys bounced into trees. Tarzan banged his head, then put frozen beans into his underpants. His mother worried about the boy, because he was being naughty. 

Then the  bump smacked into Papua New Guinea, then the monster exploded and fell onto a tight rope, when suddenly, without thinking, a mad faith burped gently. Suddenly, mermaids swarmed around bees under an airbed. Conveniently there was an elephant with an enormous bottom who screamed with joy.

“Oh no!” shouted Bob(!) Marley, who teleported to Rome, where his big porcupine ate him. The Roman’s hobby blew button rings and then melted into a confusing blob of bras. Yellow badgers went black and also bought penguins. Together, penguins poo in harmony. Confusingly, alarmingly, but instantly, when Communism strikes, pugs cheer!

Woefully, with hedge and hog, “Budiga-Turkey-Cake” went to the supermarket. The Marleen cradled an alpaca and became a zombie. Instantaneously the Spanish Armada sank- then or etc…..

Bob thought supercalafragalisticexpialadociously of Bruno. Sadistic clouds and adfenesrating advertisers attacked a chicken. Catastrophically immense! Then a gargantuan tadpole grew a pink horn and thrusted ever more. Eventually, the tadpole leapt into a frog and kissed the Princess Randombottom lightly upon her painted toe.

THE END!



If you'd like to find out more about what we do, please check out our website- www.theatrerush.com

Friday 25 April 2014

Ummmmm.....

Our build has begun, and so have our attempts at learning a brand new language.

What's a flange?
Why does my brake cable need a nipple?
Where oh where does one find Birch flexi-ply?

Over the past week we have ordered steel, and stood awkwardly in a vast warehouse populated by a few, hard to find and rather taciturn men whilst it was cut to size. We have carefully and stiltedly read out our requirements to very helpful timber yards in Wales and Bristol like we are ordering from a menu in a foreign country. We have stood around, thinking, comparing, measuring and scratching our chins with our welder, Nathan, and have discussed the pros and cons of widths, wheels and wingnuts with our ever patient maker, Richard. On Tuesday we even stopped off between the bike shop and the metal yard to jump start a car. Hey, that's just how we roll.


It's a funny feeling, suddenly being without the right language. It takes all our courage to make each phone call or to step into each echoing workshop. We don't know the right words, the right questions to ask. And we are secretly elated when someone else offers to make the phone call instead of us.

But slowly, very slowly, we are finding our feet. We now say 'mil' instead of millimetres, and we don't even bother measuring things in inches. Pah, that's a mugs game. Having watched the frame grow out of the lengths of metal and bits of bike and having discussed flexi-ply 'til the cows come home, we are starting to understand a little of what we're talking about.  Which is a very good thing, because soon we will have a wonderful working barrow which comes apart into three pieces and needs to be reassembled lovingly and efficiently for each and every gig. And we will be ready, with an allan key (is that how you spell it?!) in one hand and an 8mm spanner in the other.
BRING IT ON!


Friday 11 April 2014

Brace! Brace! Brace!

That eye catching title has hopefully lured you in. And now, let me explain. There's a lot to tell, so brace yourselves. We've had a very busy month! Also, I have just noticed that we've had well over 600 page views to our humble blog, so I'm feeling rather pleased that these words are not just being lost in the ether, but that someone somewhere might be having a little read. So without further ado...

What happened?

Since we last posted, some rather brilliant things have happened. Firstly, we found out that we had got our full Arts Council funding. Secondly, our Sponsume campaign surpassed all our hopes and with all that wonderful support we went just over our target. And thirdly, the project has just got underway. I know I've said this before, but the support we have received in getting this thing off the ground continues to humble and astound us. Thank you all so much.

But it's not all been about The Story Exchange, as Chloe and I recently spent a wonderful week in Dartington, supported by the Immerse programme. It was the start of Lines of Sight, a
collaboration with Chris Jones, and we spent the week sewing the first seeds of our idea and watching them grow a little bit. In brief, our week involved lots of walking, pinhole cameras, paint charts, camera obscura and drain pipes. Here are a few thoughts and images that we gathered along the way.


Sometimes we walked together, all three. Sometimes in pairs. Sometimes we walked hand in hand.

Sometime we talked complete crap. Sometimes it was profound. 

Often, it wasn’t.

We went to the Leechwell, where in centuries past lepers came to be healed. We left a token there. I didn’t see the white witch filling her empty coke bottle with spring water.

We saw a donkey with a skin complaint, an alleyway that had once teemed with frogs, a blackbird bathing in a puddle, Ash House, which had been renamed HASH house with one added letter.

We took some things. We took Vicky’s dog Jess, but when she was younger. We forgot Jess a lot. Sometimes we remembered and threw sticks for her. Sometimes we forgot her, and when someone else asked we pretended we had thrown sticks for her.

We took a paint chart made by English Heritage called 'Colours of England'.
Sometimes we played God and we moved millennia, one volcanic slate at a time down a deep lane.

Sometimes we left clues for one another, arrows made of twigs, notes, dandelion shrines, a glove holding a flower. 

Once we walked blind, with one seeing person leading, and we saw the journey in our minds eye. Sometimes we were so dizzy it felt that we were falling off the face of the earth.


I drew you a map….


What's happening?

The project is finally underway- in fact, we are nearly at the end of phase one- DESIGN. The lovely people at Kaleider have been supporting us right from the very beginning, and they very generously funded our dream space- three days in a creative space dreaming up ideas for the new barrow with our designer Sophia Clist, our maker Richard Pulman and our Production Assistant, Jemma Cholawo. And, just in case you were wondering, this is what three days in two different rooms with 6 artists, a lot of cardboard and two glue guns looks like....
 We don't want to give too much away, but suffice to say that we do have a new design, and as I type, the marvellous Sophia Clist is making a model, incorporating all the weird and wonderful things we have been playing with over the last two weeks. We are so fortunate to have such a lovely team working with us on this and with one more production meeting to go before the BUILD phase starts, we are feeling very very excited indeed.

But that's not all, oh no, because this past week has been a week of firsts, with our first tour date and our first Story Exchange workshop. So last Monday we popped off to Salisbury to open Theatre Fest West, with the help of an army of new recruits. Members of the Playhouse youth and Senior Theatre groups joined us for a fantastic two hour workshop, where characters were created, flash mobs were dreamed up and many great games were played, before we all hit the streets to inspire some creativity on a very rainy, grey Monday. We were so impressed by our workshop participants, they were absolutely up for everything we threw at them.

What on earth is going to happen next?

We have loads more coming up, including our launch party on 31st May for all our supporters where the new barrow shall finally be revealed. Then we will be starting our PLAY phase where we will be developing new work for different spaces and for our community workshops (we will also be inviting Kilter Theatre down to run a workshop for us). And of course, we have a busy summer of touring ahead, so if you would like to catch us in action, here is where you can find us.
  • 25th May Exmouth Festival
  • 26th May Braunton Fair
  • 31st May Family Saturday Exeter Phoenix
  • 4-7th June Ignite, Exeter Library
  • 14th June Lord Mayors Party, Birmingham City Centre
  • 15th June Fuse Festival, Kent
  • 20th-21st June Barnstaple Fringe
  • 6th July Cornbury Festival, Oxfordshire
  • 18th-20th Larmerr Tree, Devon (TBC)
  • 30th and 31st August Mint Fest, Kendal
There, I do believe that's about it. Hope you're enjoying a bit of sunshine wherever you are.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

From little sparks grow great stories

We have been amazed, humbled and inspired by the support we have had for our Sponsume campaign (if you've managed to miss the bombardment and would like to take a look at our gloriously silly video made by the gloriously talented-and-silly Chris Jones, look no further than here) and we are so very close to reaching our target £943! When we began this process we all thought that getting up to £1000.00 was rather optimistic, but oh boy have you all shown us the meaning of generosity. We love the thought that all our sponsors have invested in our project, and we hope that they will have invested more than money- we hope that when our creation sets off across the country, that you will be as proud as we.

Our rewards for our donors reflect the ideals of The Story Exchange- that the joy of a story is in the sharing. So, we have been happily putting pen to paper and writing all manner of weird and (hopefully) wonderful stories and limericks to thank our supporters. But as it is the story EXCHANGE, we have also been inviting the recipients of OUR creations to respond in kind, in anyway that they might like, to create a story for someone else. And here are a few of our favourite responses....

This is Jane Mason's beautiful, lyrical response to a funny little story we wrote for her about an empty boat coming in on the morning tide...

All she could remember was the letter she'd received in strange writing. 
She'd hidden it. After spending so much time reading it over and over, it was an act of self preservation. No more repetition!
Recalling the part half way down the page with the memory of wind. Of a cliff top. No, not a cliff top, somewhere down close to the sea wall steps, worn, smoothed out from the lapping and the constant tidal surf. There was a boat, was there really a boat? it would be blue, blue with a red band around it and a wooden shelf for her things. Neatly tucked away, there'd be nuggets of treasure, rocks, bits of shell, something found thats traveled miles and miles and miles. 

The letter wasn't about traveling outside, it was about a freedom you could find anywhere.  Maybe it was about the impossible and the possible. 

Here at home, in familiar spaces, a kind of longing stirred just below the surface. Not for boats. Not for walking. Not for tourism or forest dens.  Something softer, quieter, just under the surface. Where no one could see. A reaching out. A single touch over the contours of a shoulder. A tracing of a passing.

Later when it was night time. The birds were still singing. The air was cooler but the remains of the day still visible. 

She thought to herself. It's all alright. There is somewhere to go. There is always somewhere to go to

And Kevin Jones provided us with this rather charming update, after we stranded him in a log cabin in his personalised adventure story, after a mysterious lady-spy made off with his yellow plane (called IVOR).....

Having got used to my situation I have found being abandoned in a log cabin in the middle of a wood  to be rather pleasant. The cabin has a very comfortable bed, a good shower, is well stocked with food, has an extensive library of books, plus a DAB radio with excellent reception of the two Radio 4's. I have found some decent walks, including one to a little lake which, I suspect, is well stocked with fish. If I can find a fishing rod somewhere in the cabin I shall try my hand at fishing. A nice fat trout for tea would be...nice.
     
The weather continues to be surprisingly good so I am treating my enforced stay here as a restful holiday. If I ever I start getting bored I shall look into trekking out, but for the time being, you will be pleased to hear, that I am perfectly content. Indeed, rather grateful to you for putting me into such a pleasant environment.
    
 I suppose there is always a chance that Jackie will return with IVOR in which case leaving will be relatively easy. However, if she is coming back I don't mind if she takes her time.

Well, that's all for now, thanks again, don't forget to light your blins and grummuk your taddies, at least once a day.

Sound advice there, I think you'll agree. And also, this from one of our earliest sponsors, the wonderful Kelly Johnson, who wrote this for her mum who was just moving house....

There once was a woman called Viv
Whose memory was just like a sieve
She wrote down 'The Stables' 

On hundreds of labels
' Case she forgot where she did now live!


We hope our sponsors are as happy with our offerings as we have been with theirs!

In other news, we have had a very exciting pre project meeting bringing together Sophia Clist (designer), Richard Pulman (maker) and Jemma Cholawo (our magnificent production assistant), for the very first time. We haven't done this before. We knew it would be a bit of a gamble. Luckily, we truly believe that it is already beginning to pay off, as the meeting joyfully overran and overflowed with ideas. Our dream space begins next Monday, where we shall dare to dream impossible dreams, and make a big mess with lots of STUFF.








Monday 17 February 2014

Man vs. Monster and other stories

 Belinda the barrow has been out and about in all weathers this weekend, and we have been having lots of fun with you good people of Exeter. First stop, Exeter Northcott, where we had been invited along to add some Story Exchange style fun to their rather wonderful Family Fun Day. Luckily our story exchanger Ben Simpson was on hand with his land rover to drive Belinda up the VERY steep hill. As you can see from the picture, she fits perfectly......
 And the other thing you might spot in the picture is  rather strangely coloured sky. Yes, not GREY and DINGY like you might expect, but a rather bright blue. AND there was a big warm thing up there, kind of like a giant ball of fire, that made us all feel inexplicably..well...happy! So much so that we made it outside and made up some fantastically bonkers stories with some expert story tellers, including one set on an island, on the moon, at 8 in the morning in 1940.  Seriously creative stuff!

Today you'll be glad to hear that the sky was back to it's normal grey self, with plenty of clouds and drizzle to keep us all damp on a Monday morning, and we have had a wonderful day spreading some cheer and some stories and some wishes and some riddles.. We were out and about (well, in under cover but definitely about) at the Guildhall Shopping Centre today, creatively bridging the gap between Animated Exeter and Exetreme Imagination. We collided these two fabulous festivals by creating a new game, Frame by Frame, in which we challenged young writers and budding artists to DRAW us a story, picture by picture, which we would then act out with plenty of enthusiasm, a few cacti and a lot of dragons.

Story Exchange regulars will be familiar with our Tall tales, stories written by the public one word at a time, and todays tale was pretty wacky, featuring red skyscrapers, bumping bottoms and a gorilla stealing bananas with a 'sardonic grin'. (Personal favourite phrase at the end there). Oh, and today we welcomed Kelly Miller onto our staff. Kelly plays Poppy, a dreamy young lady with a passion for Haikus and in her spare time she likes to snuggle.


 One of my favourite questions to answer (and we get asked to answer this pretty much every time we perform) is 'Why are you doing this?' Today I was asked this by a particularly lovely young story exchanger, clutching a wish bird, having just written her one word on our tall tale, and who was now drawing her frame by frame adventure whilst her dad made a technology free tweet. I thought for a moment, then said, 'Because it's fun. Because it makes people smile, and because it's a bit silly, and I think that we should do more things that make people happy.' I couldn't tell if she was convinced, so I asked her 'Is that a good enough reason?' She looked up at me. 'Of course!' she replied, laughing, as if I was silly to suggest that it might not be, and she skipped off to watch her story being performed. We've had a pretty brilliant day.