FRIDAY~ The Tempest.

The Festival ended with another storm, but this time it was one of many worlds. For the finale event, the Chamber’s East was transformed into a visual world of wonder…The room was filled with large sheets all marked as sails projecting numerous adaptations of Shakespeare’s The Tempest. Scenes of water and ships embodied the space like walls, immersing you into a world of theatre and play….

We created it through imagery, sound, sculpture and performance. The space unfolded into a maze of sound, action and dialogue. A grand theatrical metamorphose…The chamber was filled with a rainbowed umbrella, a rope with ribbon, a collage chair, a heap of mattresses awaiting to be slept on and a ghost iceberg…

A PA stood at the entrance of the chamber, projecting apocalyptic noise and welcoming the public to project into the space using the human voice. Live performances and multipal screenings created a scene of chaotic nature; a woman, placed at the entrance of the space poured flour over herself like a transient death ritual. Through these bodies did we create our final Tempest…

I feel like I am walking in the apocolypse,

full of time, space and water.

As we move around there are continues moving

images of the ocean,

and of ships drowning…

Of queens and sailors,

where the waves have captured them for eternity.

The bed is empty,

and the rainbow is lost,

within the silence of our ephemerality.

The rope lies tangled in our memories,

which we once walked with together.

 His voice echoes,

but no one is here to hear.

The ghost ship awaits us,

floating invisibly…

I stand in between two screens,

watching a woman pour flour over her head,

A ritualistic dance of death,

She falls,

and yet she is still.

White & Black,

Light and Dark.

It is so loud that I cannot hear myself think,

or feel myself move.

We are all still,

in this Tempest storm. 

Over the festival, I have learnt that as much as importnat it is to have an external presence, it is also important to be invisible. I believe the nature of performance and it its ephemerality is why it creates such wonderful experiences, because within these intangible moments, where there are no boundaries, we can truly let go and immerse ourselves within moments that can change and transform us, we can shape shift through them…

I feel that the most wonderful moments of the festival have been all the little the interactions we have had between each other, the journeys in between, from place to place, and our collectivity through them…The singing and interacting with a space, and being within a moment…                 

At sunrise, after lying all night on the big communal floor of beds, we left the chamber and met Dundee in the very wakings of the day. This marked the end of the festival, as we ventured out to meet the Sun; a new beginning…

The End ¿?………

THURSDAY~ Sunsets on Broughty Ferry Beach…

On Thursday evening, Ruth and I ventured out to Broughty Ferry in search of the sun. We found a lovely campfire on the beach and the tent of life perched in the sand with everyone inside it. There was sandy food, beautiful skies and a barbecue, all one could want on a lovely early summer’s eve. We spent the night around the fire, reading poetry and singing as the sun slowly went down…

And then we walked the 6 miles back to Dundee singing more songs…It took us 2 hours to get back home.


TUESDAY~ Deconstructing Identities…

On Tuesday the festival turned into a wonderful immersive worksop, in which we got to enter the world of the theatre…

The theme of the day was ‘construction & deconstruction’, and specifically looked at how theatre as a space can set up a metaphor world in which we can look at how society constructs and deconstructs our own identity.

We opened the day by visiting the Rep Theatre, which facilitated a workshop called ‘Constructing Identities’. This was an extremely interesting experience as we got to venture behind the scenes of the theatre space and see how they construct different worlds for each production. As part of the workshop we got to visit the set of The Tempest, which was showing there at that time. The set was an amazing installation of rubbish and abandoned objects, referring to the world’s current natural disasters and the way modern society has evolved.

I felt that the set resonated our very destructive nature and our relationship to the planet and how we affect it. The set looked like a massive explosion of rubbish; there was numerous bin bags spread around it, old computers and broken technology, desolate objects and things that we no longer value. Seeing the set in this very raw and visual way made me realise how important a background is to a play, and how much it can reveal. Even without the actors on stage, the set itself presents its very own character, creating the base for the happenings in which the play could take place. This made me realise that it is very important to create a world to play in, even before the story is told…

After this, we then went upstairs to a dress rehearsal room, now thinking of how to construct a character of our own. This involved deconstructing our own identities and looking at our everyday lives. As part of this process we also explored the different levels of identity, the internal/invisible and the external/visible. For example one’s eye colour is something very tangible, it is depicted by the person who is looking at you. One person who see’s green, another can see blue. Some parts of our identity are created by the person we face, others are completely invisible, like our birthday.

On Tuesday night we ended our explorations of identity by attending a wonderful and intensive one man play of King Lear performed by Jeremy Hardingham. This was done amongst the set of the Recycling Centre, and brought to a life a very manic and surreal theatre experience, where you watched a man deconstruct himself completely, right infront of his audience….

It all began with an egg; the beginning of everything…

MONDAY~ Camperdown Park…

On Monday we ventured out to the Caperdown Park to look at wildlife & habitat and how different species affect one another. This day was lead by Jonathan alongside artist’s Reiko Goto & Tim Collins who discussed the theme of ‘Empathy’ and how it affects our way of understanding and connecting with our environment…

The day was spread out through out the park, seeing the wildlife and creatures that lived in the enclosed habitats. In the park we also stumbled across Savage Corporations who had set camp in one of the empty spaces of the centre. It was a wonderful spectacle.

As part of the lunches, Yvonne asked us to draw/recollect the discussions of the day and mark them on our little cardboard plates as a way to document the process of the day, linking the food with the whole day. I really enjoyed this process as it allowed our lunch to turn into an artistic intervention.

As well as discussing, we also did an immersive worksop where we were asked to empathise with and become part of our surrounding habitat. I took my sound recorder and sketchbook with me and sat in the grass for a long time. I really enjoy being immersed in one place and being still within it. I feel that by doing this you can almost become a part of it, by just being aware of yourself within a space. I find it a very magical moment.

This was my recording:

The Tempest arrives.

My day began by waking up and thinking about what I could physically do. This wonderful and strenuous endurance taking week was nearly over – but could I survive to start my new job over the weekend? I quickly concluded that certain things I had thought about would not be happening, but other things would – and I was okay with it. I started off by choosing my favorite clothes and wearable gifts from the closet.

I added my usual notes and collected objects to the hub space. It was good to run into Sarah putting up a scroll, talk with Tracy and Edwin, Yvonne and Gerry (as they prepared the final of this weeks lunches), and all the other folks in the gallery.

I headed towards the city square. I missed the performances, due to the late start and various errands, but managed to make it for lunch. The rain left us sheltering beneath the huge columns of Caird Hall. We then headed to Chamber East to warm up and partake in the SerenA project’s workshop.

The workshop left us with our first piece in the installation for the evening’s Tempest – a mass of colorful ribbons hanging in the center of the space. More things were added. I brought the ghost shell of my iceberg. Alexander Storey Gordon put together the video installation. Alistair Wilson brought the Tag Tool. Raz collaged live audio with recordings from the week – conjuring an auditory storm. Many people added spoken verse and song. Pernille Spence gave a performance with flour, Jonathan Baxter with inflatable rafts.

Then, after a full week, I bid farewell. More things are happening without me. A film – Derek Jarman’s Tempest may be screened, the Tent of Life, What Has It Got in Its Pockets, and countless others may arrive. The sun will rise – and on the banks of the Tay will be a gathering of happily weary and delirious folk. I will join in cleaning up the space tomorrow morning – but for now, sleep.

Water Meander

An epic day.

Starting out with the Water Breakfast, hosted by Holly Keasey, at Olympia Leisure Center.

After our full breakfast we headed off to Finlathen park to walk the Dighty Burn with Rebecca Wade. It was simply a great day to be outside.

We met up with Ann Lolly and Susanna Silver for a talk before another great lunch, and then discussed the artifacts of our walk with Theresa Lynn.

More meandering the Dighty Burn and a stop for coffee before meeting with members of the Ye Amphibious Ancient Bathing Association and swimming in the Tay. My first time – and it felt great.

We then headed down the beach to celebrate the sun with poetry, fire, food, song, impromptu theater, and sand.

I smell of campfire and feel I may truly understand the word knackered for the first time. Can’t wait for tomorrow.

Bringing it.

Yes you all did – and I thank you – and Jonbro thanks you – and it was great – and damn do I need sleep – but this TAKES PRECEDENCE – so there.

These are all bad pictures of great things. There is even a cheat where I do a poor recreation of my talk/picture with a hastily devised screen shot.

Thanks to Fleet Collective and Chamber East, and Eilidh Mckay who didn’t know she would be our emcee but did a fine job!

In order of chronology for very limited means of posterity:

Morgan Cahn: BONE(r)S.

Ben Robinson: The genealogy of lolcats.

Ed Broughton: Pressure-sensitive tape.

Beth Savage: Things I like.


Theresa Lynn: Calendula officinalis.

Ruth Aitkin and Tara Chaloner: Hypnodog.

Sarah Gittins: Laughter.

Alex Tobin: Who was phone?

Jonathan Brodsky: Practical applications of paradox free time travel.

Holly Keasey: How to properly eat softmints.

The tent of death also briefly made an appearance.

Library, Education, Museum

Wednesday already. Lots of talking (verbal and non verbal) and listening (closely or otherwise) and sharing. I will start with my going to the library – to experience Gerry O’Brien’s 7 Sunsets in the local history center.

Then off to the HMC, where the open education event and Artists’ talk were scheduled. I was able to put some additions up on the hub space. This blog is picture heavy – while the hub space has my written notes from each day and various found and made objects.

Sarah Gittins placed her scrolls on the wall. She carries one around each day, inviting anyone to add on.

Talks happened, play, confrontation, silence, Lunch (again much thanks to Yvonne and crew) vhs was watched, archive’s discussed. This was a word heavy day – I filled up my notebook. I have one more picture, from Tracy MacKenna and Edwin Janssen’s talk. At the V&A dialogue in the Olympia Leisure Centre I left my camera in my bag.

My evening’s event was the BYOPPT at Chamber East – I have loads of bad pictures of the fabulous presenters who made my evening extraordinary – but I will leave that to another post.