One static man on the stage, rigid within a warped frame. A loud boosh! The awaiting audience startles to attention. And thus, through a gothic expressionistic style of storytelling, with live music including cello and harmonica, we are led, through black and white tones, into the tale of Gwendoline, who lives by candlelight and cannot […]

  OK, first weekend done… I’m sure you know, but in case you don’t: the Brighton Festivals (that is, the Festival, the Fringe, House, the Open Houses, and various stray programmes that get tacked on, such as the Caravan showcase) amount to the biggest arts festival in England, second only in the UK to the […]

A bed, a bedside lamp, a goldfish (puppet) in a fish tank, and a projection on the bedroom curtains of a mouthless puppet girl, strolling, running, swimming, dancing, flying. A real girl storms into the space through the door, into her bedroom space, her sanctuary, her solitary world; she’s exhausted, she’s troubled, she’s puzzled and […]

It’s 1pm, time to press Play on my MP3 player. The friendly voice in my ears asks if I’ve come alone? I am instructed to go sit in a quiet place on the Brighton station concourse, away from others, where I can notice the man with the newspaper, the woman sending a text, farewells and […]

And Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out was one of those most frustrating of fringe shows, where it’s clear lots of thinking and ideas have informed what you are watching onstage but they don’t make it into the work. A miniature train set loops around the space, there are two running machines, side by side, a drum […]