In a few minutes we begin our journey to Grahamstown... The National Arts Festival is one long drive away... it is cold and dark and the cats know something is going on! 'Can I come?' said the cat to the harp. (see full image)
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In a few minutes we begin our journey to Grahamstown... The National Arts Festival is one long drive away... it is cold and dark and the cats know something is going on! 'Can I come?' said the cat to the harp.
A snap from a rehearsal of The Snow Goose... it is tremendously fun discovering with James and Taryn the physical 'state' of their masks and consequently the sense of 'play' that neccessarily comes with it. The seething and cowardly Mr Cartwright... The slow and measured Frank. Suddenly they find themselves almost blind - and for James even partially deaf - negotiating our wonderful little stage - made by Duncan Gibbon. Theatre listening becomes about much more than being able to see your co-actor... and in James' case even hearing his co-actor properly! ...What was that Mr Cartwright? Scary. But fun. (see full image)
A pinch and a punch it's the first of the Grahamstown Festival month! ... and Barbara with Andromeda Andromeda's helmet and Fiona's fluffy purple hat arrives in 11 day's time... jetting in from Munich to Joburg to Grahamstown to Joburg and back... And in that time the National Arts Festival, the National Schools Festival, and the 969 Festival... with 'A Day in the Desert' ...waaa! A very BIG thank you to Giovanni Fusetti and Matteo Destro of Helikos International School of Theatre Creation for very kindly lending Fiona her precious hat - without which she is quite naked.