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About Ciaran Hammond

Ciaran Hammond is an actor, director, writer and theatre maker with a background in devised theatre. Ciaran works with absurdist theatre makers LoudGround (UK) as an associate artist, and is a founding member of physical theatre company, Romantika (SWE/UK). Ciaran has a BA(Hons) in European Theatre Arts from Rose Bruford College of Theatre and Performance, and also trained at the Estonian Academy of Music and Theatre as an actor. Ciaran is interested in collaborative methods of theatre making, and is drawn towards the weird and wonderful. He also does a little bit of juggling.

The Tin Can People: Katie and Pip

Katie is 15, and has diabetes. Katie also has Pip. Pip is a dog. Pip can smell when Katie’s blood sugar is either too high or too low. Katie and Pip are in the show, and the show is about them. It’s also about type 1 diabetes (which Katie was diagnosed with age 2, and for which there is currently no cure), and provides the audience with an insight into how the illness affects people’s lives daily.

There are also two other performers  called Rob and Charlotte, who collectively are Tin Can People, the makers of this, their first show. (Rob is Katie’s older brother.)

Delivered with a deadpan style and a stripped-down aesthetic, Katie and Pip is minimal throughout, and seems to use this low-key minimal style to reflect Katie’s outlook on life. There are brief intervals in the show where Katie checks her blood sugar levels, and Rob and Charlotte eat some Kit Kats. More visually impactful sections are carried out in a similarly matter-of-fact way, such as a bucket of tennis balls being launched across the space, sending Pip flying after them in ecstasy, and a sudden lighting change as all light leaves the room apart from two emergency flashing beacons. There’s no agony or angst brought into the space, they just crack on with what needs to be done, in the here and now. ‘I’m happy performing in Rob and Charlotte’s show’ Katie reads from a script..

It’s touching to have non-performers onstage letting the audience into their lives (particularly when one is a border collie),  but the integration of the heartfelt true-life stories and the theatrical presentation of those stories needs more work.

As Pip bounces around the room, her excitement for her squeaky dog toy is palpable, but the consideration of the dog’s role seems to stop at her inclusion as a visual referencing point, and the three humans’ interactions with her often feel secondary.

Other aspects of show are puzzling. The humans put on dog masks and stand in stillness at the back of the space before carrying out training routines previously performed by Pip the dog. It’s not really clear why this and many other things are happening, but it’s as if Crofts have gone a bit mad and are covertly invading the fringe theatre scene.

It’s likely that this piece needs to be watched with a softer, more patient type of engagement…

 

 

Dante or Die: User Not Found

A pair of headphones and an iPhone are all the audience are given when inside the Jeelie Piece café. Once instructed to wear them, the background noise of a different café comes through – or is it this café? Who’s in this café? Are they actors? – along with a voice: ‘Listen… I could be anybody.’ The café slowly comes to life as the lights dim and the voice is revealed to be coming from a man in the real cafe. Terry. We learn that Terry is grieving the death of his ex-boyfriend, Luka. In this semi-black mirror reality, Terry must decide what happens to Luka’s online presence and history after his death.

This premise is not entirely fictional, in 2013 Facebook created an option for people to either remove or memorialise their deceased loved ones’ accounts. Similarly, Twitter will now close or archive accounts of the deceased. The inheritance of digital assets that comes along with this is a pressing matter which has not been fully explored, as it surely will be, within theatre. This one-man show, created by Dante or Die, and performed by the company’s co-director Terry O’Donovan (smudging boundaries between fictional character and real-life person), sets the trend…

User Not Found delves into these themes using headphones to blur the lines between social and private space in the café, just as they’re blurred in contemporary life by the access to fake news and madness inducing, Facebook-stalking habits that our little black slabs allow (as Terry explores). The iPhones dished out to the audience are synchronised with Terry’s so we get a real-time display of him receiving text messages of condolence and scrolling through old pictures of Luka, blurred out as he struggles to process the fallout of his passing.

The interactive design of the phone interfaces are acutely observational to how we engage with our phones and work as a fantastic device (aha) for involving the audience in the plot progression. The orientation of the phones’ display will move to landscape when Terry watches music videos, forcing the audience to pick up the phone; although, some of the subtler interactive functions of the phones go amiss (which shan’t be revealed for spoiler purposes). Facilitating the sense of exploration needed for an interactive theatrical experience is a tad more difficult when the audience are sitting in a dimly-lit café, as opposed to running around a maze.

User Not Found is a clever piece of new writing that incorporates immersive sound design and interactive digital media. It not only explores a topic that is prevalent, but also breaks new ground in how technology can be utilised in immersive theatrical landscapes, and does so to provokingly explore individual experiences of those bereaved and  grieving. Much like the presence of technology in our daily lives, User Not Found is both humanising in its unifying nature, yet also unrelenting in its pervasiveness.

 

 

Theatre Re and Fourth Monkey Training: The Woman and the Canvas

Under the direction of Theatre Re’s Guillaume Pigé, students of Fourth Monkey Actor Training Company have created a high energy piece of physical theatre that is both polished and captivating. Being the only professional production at Edinburgh Fringe this year to feature performers in training, The Woman and the Canvas is a good example of how student performers can flourish in a devising process led by an experienced director.

Inspired by the films by Federico Fellini, and Hour of the Wolf by Ingmar Bergman, the performance follows an artist seeking inspiration; an artist who, as is the case in both of these films, uncovers elements of the gothic and grotesque. In her mental searching, the memories of the eponymous Woman are dished out as a smorgasbord and brought to life by an ensemble of 25+ physical performers. Like waves undulating on a beach, images appear and disappear from the ensemble: art critics with pen and paper in hand chase after a canvas like flies while a sequin-covered matador clings to a spinning table. With rarely one fixed point of focus for the audience, this constantly moving piece always provides something to engage with.

The plot bleeds through the fragmented barrage of action in the same way that meaning bleeds through the layers of strikes and splashes in abstract expressionism. The intensely precise characterisations delivered by all of the performers are instantly recognisable as societal or archetypal figures and carry with them a hallucinatory presence. The energy emitted from the performers makes the piece engaging in a visceral way where nothing is referenced but instead, everything is brought into an amped-up, adrenaline-spiked view. The inundation of movement is successful not only as an aesthetic achievement but is cleverly woven into the piece as a tool for transitions and solving logistical tasks. A whirlwind of housemaids, school bullies and clowns materialise in motion around a murder victim, who is swiftly caught up in the crowd and carried offstage, with the audience being none the wiser, as the victim appears to vanish in plain sight.

All aspects of the movement and the dramaturgy are solid but occasionally lose their impact when delivering more nuanced parts of the piece. This isn’t down to what the performers bring to the table but is instead the result of a mismatch between the lighting design and the performance space. When working with softer palettes and less contrasting levels of light for toned-down scenes, the lighting isn’t received well by the natural light bleed and architecture of theSpace’s Triplex venue, and merely colour the performers’ faces while failing to extend the theatrical space. These sections are sparse throughout the performance and the remainder of the show is supported by harsher, immediately disorienting lights that emulate the protagonist’s internal journey.

The Woman and the Canvas refreshingly utilises the full potential of an ensemble-driven process. All performers support each other throughout the show and present a balanced and well-rounded piece which has clearly been cared for with passion throughout all stages of its creation. The sense of care and complicity between the cast extends into the audience as they scatter and flurry across the room, facilitating a unifying audience experience that operates fully in the here and now.

 

Featured image (top): Michael Wharley

Gandini Juggling/ Patfield & Triguero: Gibbon

Chris Patfield and Jose Triguero (the choreographers and performers of this show, produced under the auspices of Gandini Juggling) chatter, then they juggle, then they chatter some more, and then they juggle some more – thus goes the structure for Gibbon. When they talk with one another, they do so in a slightly hushed tone, as if they don’t care too much whether the audience hears them or not. They briefly talk about what juggling sequences they’ll do next, and sometimes wipe the sweat from their brows. Although the casual tone is as far away from the spectacle one might associate with the ever-so-niche category of dance juggling, it is warm and open, and engages the audience in a down-to-earth, domestic manner. These candid sections with Patfield and Triguero establish a sense of neutrality that helps maintain the overall rhythm of the performance, as it moves in and out of the heightened realities created by the sections of hypnotic ball throwing.

The above-mentioned mesmerising sections of the performance are the product of balls, sweat and music. Balls are tossed between bodies unfurling and contorting around one another, whilst soundscapes of drops of water (by Benji Bouton and Kevin Toublant) echo through the room. Balls are caught in synchronisation to irregular drops of water with a split-second specificity that is massively satisfying to witness. All this movement is exaggerated by Guy Dickens’ lighting design which blasts the space with colour, eradicating everything from sight, apart from the jugglers and the balls that are trailing through the air.

After a blisteringly complex and impressive sequence is established, elements are stripped away: arms continue moving as though there were still things to catch – even though some balls have been removed from the mix – and the distance between the performers is reduced to none, balls are thrown through legs, and arms stretch out behind backs. With small adaptations to some of its parts, Gibbon, as a whole, switches from ballet-like elegance to wild, animal-like (monkey-like, even) levels of contortion.

Daringly navigating Gibbon’s choreography, Patfield and Triguero sweat their way towards accomplishment. As we watch them achieve the incredible, the sense of risk inherent in any juggling act underscores their physical transformations into these monkey-like – no, gibbon-like – creatures. The sense of purpose this creates in them allows their human behaviour to transition organically into that of animals. This is assisted by the sense of play and companionship between the two gibbons, which also glosses the entire performance in charm and charisma, whether they be diving towards the floor to catch a rogue ball or passing a communal sweat towel to one another. Exploring human behaviour, Gibbon combines dance, juggling and sound to create a theatrical experience that is engaging as an experiment as well as a journey of endurance.

 

 

 

Hofesh Shechter: East Wall

Sitting in the west moat of the Tower of London, members of an orchestra are preparing their instruments. Gongs, electric guitars and cellos rest beneath defensive stone walls. Nine vocalists deliver an acapella rendition of Bowie’s Ashes to Ashes, the last note of which is sustained. As it turns into a drone, bearskins emerge from further down the moat and the Band of Irish guards approach. Reaching the stage, their music collides with the drone: dissonance rings through the crowd as the two sounds fight for equilibrium. The music stabilises as the Irish Guards manoeuvre around the stage and from behind them, a body tumbles forwards, in a deep orange robe, as if caught up underneath the stampede of the band’s feet and music, lying motionless until the stage is clear for him to begin.

The music in this collaborative dance piece, directed by Hofesh Shechter, is as equally important as the choreography. Both elements support one another and in the first ten minutes, the tone is set and the language of the piece emerges before we even encounter any dancers. This incorporation of music is typical of Shechter’s work, yet what is impressive about East Wall is how this music-led approach is consistent throughout the performance, considering that the six dance sections of the show have each been created under the care of a different choreographer: Becky Namgauds, Duwane Taylor, James Finnemore and Joseph Toonga, with Shechter choreographing the last two.

On top of that, each set of choreography is performed by a different East London dance group. Some of the dance groups are more youth-oriented than others, and the level of skill and experience varies, yet their relationship with, and embodiment of, the music is consistent throughout, allowing the diversity of different bodies, skill-sets, and backgrounds on stage to mesh together, acting as a perfect articulation of East Wall’s celebration of East London.

The piece makes use of an excess of 150 performers, all of whom are present for the finale. The diversity of London is on show – performing at the Tower of London is successful not only as an aesthetic aspect of the performance, but puts the performing groups, such as Just Us Collective and Cando2 Dance Company, into as much of a visible position as possible. The majority of the choreography is a hip-hop and contemporary dance hybrid, broken down and reformed by earthy, staccato, drumming rhythms; each choreographer bringing their own spin on this into each section, representing the best Tower Hamlets has to offer. Lailonni Ballixxx getting pounded hard Mouth Fuck and Black Cock Inserted Deep Hot Naked Teen Chatting On Webcam Tattooed skinny teen gets screwed hard Veronica Rodriguez fucked after deep throat Hunk is stimulating babes needs with his rubbing Sporty MILF Gets Gangbanged Busty Jasmine Black tertures tattooed Paige Delight https://www.pornjk.com/tags/xxnx/ Natural titted blonde gets fucked and creamed Sexy chick having a meaty cock for her twat Natalie gets pussy pounded by huge cock Horniness groundbreaking study Cute teen Alex Mae punished and smashed Two Horny Girls Making Out Beautiful Kharlie Stone bangs in her tiny pussy

Although overall it is a celebration of the borough, the piece unpicks some of the grizzlier parts of
the city’s history. The piece uses violence and combat as a structural device: the Irish Guards’ music clashes with the drone at the start; midway through, One Youth Dance and University of East London Dance Collective deliver a militarily on-time, Haka-like, war dance; towards the end, Shechter’s young company, Shechter II, continuously murder one another like animals. The violence is repeated throughout, yet the cast of the piece emerges unscathed and united in jubilation.

East Wall is a cascade of roots and origin that is dynamic in its style and masterfully solid in all aspects of its execution. An appropriate finale for LIFT festival, it is an important attempt at soothing tensions around the persistence of violence in our history, and celebrates London’s ability to diversify and adapt through strife and anguish.

Featured image (top): East Wall at the Tower of London. Photo Victor Frankowski