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Dorothy Max Prior

About Dorothy Max Prior

Dorothy Max Prior is the editor of Total Theatre Magazine, and is also a performer, writer, dramaturg and choreographer/director working in theatre, dance, installation and outdoor arts. Much of her work is sited in public spaces or in venues other than regular theatres. She also writes essays and stories, some of which are published and some of which languish in bottom drawers – and she teaches drama, dance and creative non-fiction writing. www.dorothymaxprior.com

Ockham’s Razor: Tipping Point

Will the circle be unbroken? And is a better world awaiting in the sky? Ockham’s Razor breathtaking new show Tipping Point opens with the drawing of a circle, in salt and chalk, around the edges of the performance space, a square with the audience on all four sides. A safe space, a sacred space. May the gods and spirits guide and protect them. On the soundtrack, Tibetan bowls and church bells gently chime.

Long hand-held poles are carried in by the five performers, and a game ensues – Ockham’s like their playground games, they’re a feature of all their recent shows. There is teasing and running and jumping and swinging, as the poles are used to create constantly morphing shapes to move on or through – crosses and triangles and parallel lines. As the metal poles are swung around, they come very close to us – close enough to feel the danger, sending a tingle down our spines, and reminding us that in circus we are encountering the real, not just the representational. Eventually, the focus moves from the ensemble to the smallest of the five, Emily Nicholl. A pole becomes a novel sort of ‘tightrope’ that she balances along; two poles become an odd pair of wriggling parallel bars that she negotiates with a cartoon-like running on the spot movement, a cheeky grin on her face – the personal relationships played out between the performers here and throughout the show are theatrical in a gentle and low-key way. The until-now quiet audience bursts into a spontaneous burst of applause.

All change. Now there is just one pole, which is rigged from above the central point of the circle with a surprisingly quick click into place. (Any rigging or tethering and untethering of equipment is done calmly and methodically throughout the show as part of the stage action. There is no need to hide the process, we are entranced.) The focus is now on Steve Ryan, and we are into more familiar Chinese Pole territory – his smooth and fluid moves presented with elegant precision. Meanwhile, we’re looking at the four tethered poles at each corner of the space, outside the circle – as yet unused. Now’s the moment, and down they come. There’s a lovely choreography of raising and lowering, and the poles become dancing objects in the space. It’s lovely to see the show’s directors (Ockham’s Tina Koch and Charlotte Mooney) allowing the objects the time and space to be themselves, making patterns in geometric harmony. There’s a scene later in the piece where all five performers stand with the poles, which are attached at the top, swinging them to and fro, then climb to hang beside them from the truss, a gorgeous still image of vertical shapes; a landscape in which bodies made of flesh and poles and trusses made of metal co-exist.

More game-playing – lifts and drops and swings. Telma Pinto takes the spotlight, the strength and suppleness in her pole work (and elsewhere) is stunning. The scene shifts into a chase through the forest of poles, then into a toe-curling game of Blind Man’s Buff. There’s another major equipment change: the central pole gets detached from the top and clamped to a bar hung on bridles – so that the pole becomes a kind of see-saw or swing boat that can go a full circle (a little bit like a Wheel of Death without the wheels). Ockham co-director Alex Harvey and Nich Galzin are the daredevils who get to ride this contraption, flying through the air with the greatest of ease, two daring young men on a –  well, not a flying trapeze but you get my drift. The pole is re-attached at the top, and Alex dons a sling for a beautiful cradle-style double with Emily, the other company members also basing from the floor, so that the scene becomes one of tender support, as Emily moves hand-to-hand from Alex in the air to the others on the ground and back again.

The piece comes full circle, to end with everyone on the ground, the lights shifting to intense violet to highlight the white of the salt and chalk markings. There is no great big grand finale, just a gentle winding-down that is mesmerising in its calm beauty; a spiritual moment, in which science and art unite to create a profoundly satisfying final image. You could hear a pin drop, and then – bang! – the house lights are up, and Ockham’s Razor get the standing ovation they so richly deserve.

Ockham’s have a great track-record in deconstructing and re-inventing circus equipment. Tipping Point gives us a fabulous exploration of the possibilities offered by the Chinese pole, which in their hands becomes the subject of an extraordinarily creative investigation. Perfectly pitched – their best show yet.

Tipping Point runs at Platform Theatre 11–23 January as part of the London International Mime Festival 2016. www.mimelondon.com 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kill Your Darlings

Dorothy Max Prior speaks to Alexander Vantournhout and Bauke Lievens about the creation of ANECKXANDER: ‘a tragic autobiography of the body’.

Is it circus? Is it dance? Is it performance art? Clown, even? ANECKXANDER, which comes to Jacksons Lane 22–24 January as part of the London International Mime Festival 2016, is all and none of the above. It is a collaboration between two extraordinary Flemish artists, performer Alexander Vantournhout and dramaturg Bauke Lievens, who tussle with the questions of what defines an artform, and how you can explore the gaps in between those definitions. Lest this all sounds rather cerebral, rest assured that their work together is totally embodied – physical, visual, visceral performance.

Bauke Lievens – who started work on this piece as dramaturg, but soon found herself in at the deep end as co-author and director – has a formidable reputation, having worked previously as dramaturg with Les Ballets C de la B, and Un Loup pour l’Homme, amongst many others.

Alexander Vantournhout is just 26 years old, yet already has an enviable track-record in contemporary circus. After graduating from ESAC circus school in Belgium, with Cyr wheel (a large single wheel that the performer spins in and around across the floor) as his specialty, he created his first show Caprices (2014), which was very favourably received. But this is only part of the story: he is also a graduate of Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker’s PARTS school, so is also a seasoned dance-theatre performer.

 

Alexander Vantournhout. Photo Bart Grietens

Alexander Vantournhout. Photo Bart Grietens

ANECKXANDER is the first collaboration between the two artists, and it has proved to be a fruitful one. An early work-in-progress version of the piece won the prestigious CircusNext competition in late 2014. They then took what was a 20-minute piece and worked together to extend it into a full-length piece, which has been shown around 25 or 30 times throughout 2015, travelling from homeland Belgium to Holland, France, Italy, Slovenia, and Croatia.

So acclaim in the contemporary circus world is theirs – but the question of whether or not they belong in that world is core to their artistic investigation together. Key to the resolution of that question would be to define the thing they are conforming to or rebelling against. So, what in their view, is circus? ‘A question we ask of ourselves all the time’ says Bauke.

Circus, Alexander believes, is ‘dance plus several specificities’, and it is in essence about the human body’s relationship to objects. ‘There is no circus without objects,’ he says, dismissing acrobatics and acrobalance as ‘not circus’ – although he adds with a grin that he feels that ANECKXANDER is also ‘not really circus’. (Shhh – don’t tell the CircusNext judges!) At another point in our conversation, he offers another definition of circus, inspired by Peggy Phelan’s views on the nature of performance art: ‘She talks of performance closing the gap between the real and the representation – perhaps the same could be said of circus’.

Circus, in his experience anyway, is essentially a solo endeavour – the person and their equipment – whereas dance, or dance-theatre at least, is in essence collaborative. (I think about asking where flying trapeze fits into this theory, but I resist.) It is very true, we agree, that physical objects play an important role in circus, contemporary or traditional. Alexander may have abandoned his wheel in ANECKXANDER, but there are objects a-plenty in the piece. Boxing gloves and platform boots, for example.

 

Alexander Vantournhout in ANECKXANDER. Photo Bart Grietens

Alexander Vantournhout in ANECKXANDER. Photo Bart Grietens

In discussing the objects used in the show, Bauke talks about her interest in prosthetic limbs; and how the use of the chosen objects (the cumbersome gloves and boots) become something resembling prosthetic objects that both enable and inhibit the body’s movement. It is exactly this balance between restriction and expansion offered by the objects that interests her. Also, as Alexander is otherwise naked in the performance the objects both ‘compensate for and accentuate’ the vulnerability of the body. ‘We are trying to re-define objects,’ he says.

For Alexander’s part, he talks about the early stages of the work where his movement research centred around observing and measuring his own body: someone had once told him that his neck was rather long, so he set out to objectively observe his own physical form. His neck might be longer than average, but his legs are shorter – hence the decision to explore the donning of platform shoes to both ‘compensate and accentuate the vulnerability’. It was either that or high heels…

A more conventional circus performer might have settled for stilts, which similarly enhance and inhibit the movement of the legs, although of course in rather different ways – but Alexander is insistent that he ‘didn’t want to use traditional existing circus disciplines,’ instead choosing to bring a circus-informed approach to the exploration of ‘ready-mades’ and ‘entering the domain of a new language’. He says that his work is ‘non referential’ to other artists’ work, but is ‘self referential’ and ‘hard to situate within one artform’. We talk a little about the different ways that objects are used in performance, and how the same object – a stick, say – might be used by a juggler, a puppeteer, or a performance artist. Which brings us onto the topic of the real versus the representational: at the heart of theatre lies illusion; whereas circus, dance and performance art trade in the real. Bauke declares that ‘the circus object makes the body of the performer into an object’ and that conventionally in circus the chosen object becomes a tool to elevate the capacity of the human into the realms of the super-human ‘who is often seen as a freak’. Take away that tool and what do you have? ‘It is like Iron Man, worthless without his suit!’ Ultimately, the interest here is in ‘the person behind the tricks’.

So Bauke and Alexander are keen to explore what happens when you take away the safety net, so to speak, of the familiar circus object: the prop that holds you up (be it wheel or hoop or ball or rope). In ANECKXANDER, there is an interest in exploring the ‘handicap’ that these alternative objects offer – chosen for their functionality rather than for any meaning that they offer.

We talk a little at this point about the role of the dramaturg in the creative process – although both are quick to point out that Bauke quickly ‘lost her role as dramaturg’ in the making of ANECKXANDER as she become more and more involved, so is now a full-blown creative collaborator and co-author of the piece.

 

ANECKXANDER. Photo Bart Grietens

ANECKXANDER. Photo Bart Grietens

 

Another point of discussion is the subtitle of ANECKXANDER: ‘a tragic autobiography of the body’. The ‘autobiography of the body’ part is clear enough, having already learnt that the beginning of the process for the show was the detailed exploration of the measure of Alexander’s physical self and own ‘body proportions’. But what of the ‘tragic’?

‘Circus is a very tragic business,’ says Bauke, going on to give another definition of circus, which she sees as ‘ the promise of, and escape from, tragedy’. Yes, that makes sense to me: every time we see someone soaring above us, we know it could all go horribly wrong at any moment. This is not acting – this is for real. And every circus performer (and dancer too of course) is in a constant battle against age, infirmity, injury. She also talks of the tragedy of circus in terms of it as a form in which the artist is ‘reaching for a goal that always displaces itself’.

Alexander voices an interest in the relationship between the comic and the tragic, citing the writings on laughter by French philosopher Henri Bergson, and his view that if the tragic is repeated and repeated, it becomes comic (something well known amongst the clown community). He talks of the well-documented link between laughter and the release of tension; and the relationship between laughter and discomfort: ‘that’s really what happens in the performance…’ So Aneckxander, in its investigation of the tragic, is drawn almost inevitably towards the comic.

Another interesting aspect of the piece is its use of music – a composition by Arvo Part (a piano piece called Variations for the Healing of Arinushka) that is played on a keyboard onstage (by Alexander), then looped, and deconstructed – the left hand and right hand playing the same melody slightly out of synch. ‘The choreography is written precisely to this’ says Alexander, and he talks of how the music can create the story. Narrative is important to the work, says Bauke, although it is not a conventional linear narrative – and music provides a ‘tool’  for creating a narrative, an arc that takes us through the performance. Part of her role in the creation of the work was to help to build an ‘evolution’ between one movement and another.

Like many contemporary practitioners, both Alexander and Bauke express a desire to explore ‘presence’. Bauke talks of wanting a presence that makes the process clear, and shows the transition from one form to the next, rather than ‘presenting a series of acts,’ and of making visible the mechanisms of the performance, ‘to show that the performer is human, not superhuman’. They also talk of the specific situation of working in Flanders, which has a very vibrant and progressive theatre community in which definitions of theatre are perhaps a little different to those in the UK. ‘What we call theatre you might call performance,’ she says. Bauke speaks of perhaps being part of a theatre practice that is ’making palpable the gap between personage and performer,’ as opposed to conventional acting.

Ultimately, what they are both interested in is creating work that is very clearly ‘made by people not machines,’ noting that much high-level contemporary circus is missing the humanity. ‘Beautiful machines – but machines,’ says Bauke of Cirque du Soleil…

When I speak to them, Alexander and Bauke are in rehearsal, tweaking ANECKXANDER for its UK debut at the London International Mime Festival. They are also about to enter the research phase for the next show together – in which even the objects will be discarded, leaving just the body as object to play with. It will be a duet, and the second performer will be playing a dead body. The possibilities for both comedy and tragedy are endless…

ANECKXANDER is presented at Jacksons Lane 22–24 January 2016, as part of the London International Mime Festival. Book at www.mimelondon.com 

Post-show discussion on Saturday 23 January, facilitated by Dorothy Max Prior.

For more on the work of Alexander Vantournhout and Bauke Lievens, see http://alexandervantournhout.be/  

ANECKXANDER was created as part of Bauke Lievens’ 4-year research project, Between Being and Imagining (KASK, Ghent). Other aspects of the research will include masterclasses, writings which will be edited in their English version by Sideshow Circus Magazine’s John Ellingsworth, and a series of ‘encounters’, which comprise three days of structured conversations in different formats, the first in Ghent in 2016 and then subsequently in Bristol in the UK and in other European cities, 2016-2017.

 

Theatre des Bouffes du Nord / Jos Houben & Marcello Magni: Marcel

Oh what joy! Such clever clowning! What skilled Lazzi! In Marcel, the art of the gag lives on in objects that fight back (umbrellas, fold-up seats, cigarettes that won’t light), endless entrances and exits through invisible doors, and raincoats dragged on and off and inadvertently shared. But it is more, so much more. It is laugh-aloud funny, yet in parts so poignant that tears prick your eyes. The whole world is here in this marvellous onstage world: human endeavour, success and failure, friendship, love, ageing. It doesn’t get easier, life. Yet still, on it goes, relentlessly. Do we measure up to what it takes?

Marcello Magni and Jos Houben are a classic comedy duo. One is tall and lean, the other is short and sturdy. One is in charge, setting the other evermore difficult tasks. ‘Wait here’ says Houben, and reappears moments later in a different outfit: a dark suit, jogging pants and shades, a doctor’s white coat. It is, of course, the little guy who is being tested –  although for what we never quite know. Clown license renewal? A Matter of Life and Death style assessment at heaven’s door?

Marcello Magni as Marcel (a name suspiciously similar to his own) is poked and prodded and measured, running and jumping not through hoops but up and down and under and around the wooden slide occupying centre-stage. He finds a thousand ways to get on, and fall off of, the slide; he hat-juggles; he mock-ice-skates along a suddenly slippery floor. Whenever alone, he keeps up a barrage of sotto voce Italian, reminiscing about his family and his life ‘mi ricorda, mi ricorda…’

The minimal set also includes an empty metal door frame, the site for an endless number of plays on the classic mime entrance. We are brought into the play right from the start, as Marcel questions the ludicrous opening and shutting of a non-existent creaky door: ’They’ll get it. It’s theatre. It’s a mime festival…’ The audience are an important part of the action throughout – fed sweets by Marcel, invited to be complicit in the hiding of damage to the equipment – and all moments of interaction are handled with aplomb, as you’d expect of these seasoned performers.

Often the lights are bright, the action a fast-paced medley of gags. But there are passages with a different feel: a lighting change turns the backdrop curtain a deep velvety maroon, and the figure of Marcel stands at the top of the ‘slide’ with an enormous shadow rearing behind him as his circus act is announced with a drum roll (from Houben on snare, below). Later, the backdrop turns midnight blue as Marcel, now a Pierrot with a newspaper ruff, reaches for the cardboard moon above him. A moon which becomes a harp, which becomes a gondola – all in the twinkle of an eye. In between these scenes, a wonderfully surreal pantomime horse moment, as the ‘horse’ (Houben sporting a horse-head mask, Magni with a fine long tail) tries to climb up the slide.

The ultimate test set for Marcel: can he keep a minute’s silence? Will the audience help or hinder? I’ll leave you to imagine the outcome.

Marcel, created and performed by Houben and Magni, is presented under the auspices of Peter Brook’s Theatre des Bouffes du Nord. It comes to London after a long run in Paris, and it has the feel of a well bedded-in show: everything onstage is timed perfectly, balanced beautifully. Of course, these two bring to the stage not just the experience of making and playing this show, but decades of working together in Complicite (they are both founder members) and beyond. Set and costume design (Oria Puppo) and lighting design (Philippe Vialette) are just right, elegantly serving the stage action.

The perfect show to start the London International Mime Festival – a reminder that top-notch physical comedy is alive and kicking in 2016.

The Games People Play

Mi Gran ObraAn interview with David Espinosa, creator and performer of  Mi Gran Obra

Imagine for a moment that you have an unlimited budget and bounteous resources. The largest theatre in the world. A cast of hundreds. Marching bands. Animals. Helicopters. You could make the biggest, the best show ever seen!

Spanish artist and theatre-maker David Espinosa has, since his arrival on the Barcelona scene in 2001, eschewed spectacle and the grandiose, focusing instead on work that plays with the boundary where new dance, physical theatre and conceptual art intercept. Somewhere along the way he became interested in exploring how the animated object might represent and replace the performing body – a puppetry of sorts. And this has led him to the idea that he could perhaps create the greatest show on earth – on a tabletop with figurines and toy animals. Thus, in 2012, was born Mi Gran Obra (My Great Work), which comes to the London International Mime Festival 2016, presented in collaboration with Tate Modern.

It is one of a series of works that David Espinosa has made which explore the notion of megalomania. When he first created the show, he worked with a sound and lighting operator. Now he does everything: towers over the tiny people and animals, pulling them hither and thither; zooms in with the toy helicopters; turns the lights on and off. He is the god of this miniature world, a Zeus lording it over his plastic Olympus. This is the grandiose theatre he never wanted to be part of, ironically embraced with gusto.

Although Mi Gran Obra seems a long way from his starting point as a dance and physical theatre performer, Espinosa insists that it is on a clear continuum. ‘I think choreographically,’ he says, ‘my work is about the relationship between space and time. And sound…’ In word-free work, he says, ‘music is half the performance’ – the sound becomes crucial to the dramaturgy of the piece, giving it ‘its timing, its meaning’. He works with composer and sound artist Santos Martinez, a renowned film score composer and winner of the coveted Gaudi prize, who has no interest in the film industry, preferring the place where performance and experimental music collide. The two artists devise together – music making and physical action intrinsically linked. Deconstructing and reconstructing ‘the masterpieces of music’ was a key element of Mi Gran Obra: ‘Beethoven, Deep Purple, Tibetan monks… we make Beethoven’s Fifth better than Beethoven!’ Espinosa also regularly collaborates with a number of architects. At the beginning of the process of of making Mi Gran Obra, he had an intention of making an elaborate model theatre, but the architects talked themselves out of the work, insisting that it would all work so much better with an empty space. Also key to the process is company manager cum creative producer Marta Oliveira, whose mantra is ‘Don’t forget the audience!”

David Espinosa comes from a regular working-class Spanish family who have no connections to the art world. This, he feels, is important as it has given him a freedom to move in whatever direction he wishes, free from an overbearing middle-class view of what art or culture might be. ‘For most of my family, the first time they went to the theatre was to see me!’ he says. He was an only child, used to playing on his own, creating imaginary worlds – something he still does. Game-playing is core to his artistic practice. A key area of investigation of all the work he has made over the last decade or so is: how can I continue, as an adult, to play with the full immersion and passion of a child. Did he have toy soldiers or other tiny plastic models as a child? No, he says, he was never allowed them for some reason, no matter how often he asked – which is perhaps why he is now getting so much pleasure from playing with them in Mi Gran Obra: ‘Now I choose what I can spend my money on so I can buy as many as I want!’

On leaving school, he went (aged 18) to study theatre in Valencia – a pretty traditional text-based course. ‘Lope de Vega…’ he says, with a small sigh. He wasn’t sure at the time why he choose this path – he just wanted ‘to do something different’ – but with hindsight, he feels it stemmed from ‘a desire to carry on playing’. Contemporary dance and physical theatre classes and courses brought him closer to something he wanted to do: to use his body to create art and tell stories. Like everyone else working in physical performance in the 1990s, he admired Pina Bausch greatly. After a three-month spell in Brussels, he found himself in Barcelona as a dancer – and it is here that he has laid down his hat and made a home, with partner in life and art, Afrika Navarro (also a professional dancer, turned eagle-eyed outside eye on the work) and their children. ‘We have very different ideas, ‘ he says of Afrika. ‘She likes things to be beautiful, I like things trashy.’ So it is not so much that they are co-creating work: he makes the work, and she takes the role of dramaturg – observing, questioning, challenging. ‘We have a good connection because we fight,’ he says with complete honesty. Somehow between them they ‘arrive in a balanced place’.

The children have had a direct influence on his work too: watching them play has inspired him, but more than that he has appropriated their toys into his work –  not only in Mi Gran Obra but also in the subsequent piece Much Ado About Nothing (2014), in which all of the works of Shakespeare are performed in one mad burst using toys, puppets, models, ornaments. ‘Everything I could find in the house…’ This progresses a way of working that has been a recurring aspect of his practice: to take whatever he finds in his immediate environment and incorporate that into his work. An earlier solo piece saw him involving his computer in the studio play, turning himself into the living avatar of a football manager video game: ‘a chance to make real all my fantasies!’ he says. This was before he decided to replace the living body with object substitutes – or, as in the case of another work, La Triste Figura (which premiered autumn 2015), replacing the performer with the audience member who has to discover the work through a journey armed with torch and opera glasses.

The past fifteen years of Espinosa’s work has a seen a steady progression away from contemporary dance into work that is informed by fine arts practice – especially sculpture. It is no coincidence that Mi Gran Obra is being presented at Tate Modern alongside the big Alexander Calder retrospective currently showing.  Joseph Seelig, co-director of the London International Mime Festival, and Marko Daniel of Tate Modern saw Mi Gran Obra at Birmingham’s BE Festival 2014, and hatched a plan to present the work in tandem with the Calder exhibition. Espinosa, like Calder before him, describes his work as ‘performing sculpture’. He continues on that trajectory with the new work that he is currently planning, which will be threefold – an opera, a dance performance, and a 3D film – using big toys and other large-scale models. This will evolve over the coming two years.

The work in development will be the third stage of the investigation into megalomania, alongside Mi Gran Obra and the Quixote-inspired La Triste Figura, and will progress the key principles and obsessions that drive the artist. Adult toys. The power of play. A love of the homemade and the handmade.

In the wake of the financial crisis that has decimated Spain in recent years, David Espinosa considers his choice of a small-scale and lo-tech ethos to be a political one. He also finds it impossible to separate the issues of scale and the dramaturgy of a piece of theatre. ‘How much money has been spent, how much support – these things inform the work.’ Whilst viewing these big overblown productions, he has found himself asking ‘what would I do if I had these conditions?’ And so, the creation of Mi Gran Obra, to use ‘ the little scale to do a big performance.’

The ultimate irony of Mi Gran Obra is that, tiny though it is, performed on a small table to audiences of 20 or so people at a time, it has been an enormous success and has toured the world, and has thus been seen by thousands and thousands of people. Which would delight any megalomaniac, really!

 

David Espinosa’s Mi Gran Obra will be performed at Tate Modern 14–17 January 2016 as part of the London International Mime Festival. Limited audience capacity. Bookings: www.mimelondon.com 

For more on David Espinosa’s work see www.davidespinosa.org 

Dorothy Max Prior is editor of Total Theatre Magazine, online at www.totaltheatre.org.uk, and a judge of the Total Theatre Awards, held annually at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe.

 

Dickie Beau: LOST in TRANS

We meet, and the angels sing…

LOST in TRANS gives us a plethora of interlocking love stories. Recordings. Traces. Echoes. Our host for the evening is Tiresias, the blind sage who lived part of his life as a man and part as a woman. This was back in the day – you know, Olympus and all that. Who feels the most desire, Zeus’s wife Hera asked. Who experiences the most pleasure in sex, man or woman? And here, the answer is laid bare.

Richard Boyce plays Dickie Beau who plays Tiresias as a hermaphrodite playing all other characters in the many stories we hear tonight. Well, almost all. There is also Eleanor Fogg playing johnsmith playing a pantomime horse playing Pegasus.

The key story around which all else turns is the myth, from Ovid’s Metamorphosis, of the nymph Echo who loved and pursued the beautiful youth Narcissus. But he was in love with his own reflection, and eventually died of unrequited love, wasting away until nothing was left of him but a little yellow flower – a narcissus. Echo too wasted away until nothing was left but her voice, doomed forever to repeat the last words of everything she hears.

One of the many marvellous things about this beautiful new show from Dickie Beau is its challenging portrayal of female sexuality, and investigation of what it means to be a woman. Echo is a gentle nymph, but she’s no retiring flower. She is upfront about her desire for Narcissus and pursues him with determination, throwing herself upon him in a rejected embrace.

Spring flowers feature in another extraordinary love story, captured on a 3-inch reel-to-reel tape found on a commuter train in the mid 1960s, and posted (under the name Nubbin) on a site that shares found audio material. An unnamed Canadian woman has recorded a love letter. The full 15 minutes is incorporated into the show. It starts with mundane commentary on the worsening weather in whatever city her lover lives in; on a friend or relative’s medical problems; and on the level of work she’s dealing with. Inundated, she says. She’d rather be at home, she says, snuggled in bed… the recording then moves into a highly charged declaration of sexual desire that is stunning in its honesty and detail. The recording steers back into the everyday, with a reflection that the crocuses and daffodils are coming out…

Another found recording also features a love letter, this time from a man to a woman – a married man, a clandestine relationship, so the man spins discs while he is making the recording so his wife doesn’t hear him. Dance band classics serenade us: And the Angels Sing. Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. His love is an obsessive, devouring love. But it is love, not sex, he insists.

And then there’s the drag queens, and the trans women, who add their voices. One voice talks about taking hormones, but holding back from going under the knife – you can always change your mind that way: be both sexes, like Tiresius, and move from one to the other and back again. One has made the transition, and is happy to be all woman. Another voice is clear that s/he might dress as a woman but is not a ‘real’ woman: ‘I’ve never had that service once a month.’

So those are the words – but there are pictures too! Oh such wonderful images that burst out of the darkness, morph into something else, dissolve. Toynbee Studio theatre’s traditional proscenium arch stage is perfect for the cinematic scenography of the piece. A thin black gauze veils the front of the stage. To the rear, stage left, a circular white screen – a moon, a mirror, a glowing sphere, sometimes projected on, sometimes shining white and empty – with a microphone on a stand placed in a spotlight in front of it; a podium stage-right which is the site for many of the live body’s moments of transformation.

Throughout most of the show, the dominant aesthetic is white and black, a play on the binary divide. The black-clad Tiresias, with a womanly bosom and a manly groin, has his/her trunk superimposed by a sexless white babygro suit that becomes a puppet-esque animated figure; and Narcissus appears as an enormous upside-down head in the ‘mirror’ that is the projected image on the gauze. A siren with floor-length hair sits and muses; a giant headless be-suited Perseus dangles a beheaded Medusa by her hair. Who’d be a hero? Joseph Campbell’s words resonate.

Dashes of colour: the subtle brown-and maroon shades of the centre of a spinning vinyl record projected on the thin black gauze as we hear our obsessive male adulterer say again and again ‘ I love you. I suppose you’re going to get tired of my saying it.’ The moon-like sphere a deep purple. Later, an intense reddish pink immerses the wildly wigged one-eyed Dickie who takes to the mic for a plaintive song: ‘ Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away…’

The last time I saw Richard – Dickie – was in Blackouts at Sacred just a few weeks ago. LOST in TRANS uses many familiar motifs and tropes – the things that have become the tricks of his trade. The transformations. The play on gender. The investigation of identity. The interest in the play between artifice and reality. The lip-synching to recorded voice. The obsession with ‘found’ audio material: radio, reel-to-reel tape and vinyl. The use of the gauze screen and projections. The wigs. The multiplicity of overlapping voices. The slow, careful, movement work – living sculpture.

But LOST in TRANS feels light years ahead – a great leap into new territory in its complexity and richness of imagery and ideas. Richard’s got his gorgeous wings – and he’s flying high.

 

Featured imaage: Dickie Beau: LOST in TRANS at Toynbee Studios: Photo James Allan.