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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

Chris Dugrenier. Photo Julian Hughes

Chris Dugrenier: Wealth’s Last Caprice

Chris Dugrenier. Photo Julian Hughes

Photo Julian Hughes

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity… French performance artist Chris Dugrenier, in the process of reflecting on how things will be after her death, has assembled all her worldly goods into a pile – a total of 2,201 objects, accumulated over 18 years. These are not actually here, in front of us (other than a French-English dictionary, singled out to represent the crux of her life as a French woman living in England) but are documented on-screen – the time-lapse footage showing the pile growing, and later shrinking…

The list includes 342 books, 11 pairs of shoes – and a hell of a lot of pens. She loves pens. This making of an inventory of worldly possessions forms part of an artistic investigation into the process of drawing up a last will and testament– a process that will culminate in the artist making her own legally binding will, here and now, as witnessed by audience members. To which end, she asks if anyone has a pen. I volunteer mine. ‘Nice pen,’ she says – a rare moment of direct audience engagement in a show that otherwise struggles a little with how it is pitched, the performer staying behind what feels like a glass wall for much of the time, despite the lack of stage, proximity to audience, and bright overhead lighting. The tone is performance-lecture, which at times is fine and fitting – when it works, it works well, for example, in the more poetic sections in which we are given Forced Entertainment-style lists and litanies. Ways to die, for example: piano falling on head, spider bite, falling into a crevice…

There are also short, minimalist movement sections – a candle held in a Victorian candlestick is danced with, whilst on-screen the handwritten pages of ancient wills turn, and a voice-over recites the words of a man who wishes his body to have all its fat removed and this to be made into a candle to be the light of his loved one’s life for one last time. At other points in the show, we get the story of the man who stipulates that his wife will only inherit after a substantial amount of time spent with her ‘yakety-yak’ mouth taped up. Then there’s the anonymous man who leaves a legacy in five parts, to be used to create annual awards in literature, medicine, physics, chemistry, peace, and economics. Mr Nobel, we presume…

Other sections – the more prosaic ones in which the performer tells us of her process of making her inventory, writing a will, and ruminating on what will happen to her goods after death – would benefit from a stronger, more direct engagement with the audience. Which is why the pen moment works so well – suddenly the piece feels alive, present. The subsequent signing and sealing of the will wakes us up to the awareness that this isn’t pretend, this is for real. For this is indeed a last will and testament that, with due revoking of all previous wills and codicils, and witnessed by two people who are not related to the artist and who are not beneficiaries of said will, is thus legally binding. Until it is revoked – which will happen the next time the show goes out…

Wealth’s Last Caprice shows a rich and thorough research process, resulting in a piece that is bursting with interesting facts and premises, and many well-realised aspects. But as seen here, it feels more like a showing of research than a fully developed show. I enjoy the way the content of old wills is integrated into the piece. I like that she is wearing her own wedding dress, and her reflections on what she will leave to her husband and sisters are moving. The exposure of fears about death and musing on what a will can be (farewell, postscript, revenge) are all good and interesting. I’m less engaged by the story of the objects, as there seems to be little of anything original being said. There is reflection on the pointlessness of accumulation and worthlessness of worldly goods – but we all know we can’t take it with us.

It doesn’t as yet feel that Chris Dugrenier has found the heart of the piece. Or at least, it feels as if the heart should be the making of the will, and how this relates historically to other will-making. This is the interesting aspect – the reflection on the accumulation of life’s stuff’ feels secondary. And ‘stuff’ has been dealt with so thoroughly by so many other artists, similarly pursuing a Vanitas / Memento Mori theme. To mention just a few: Kristen Fredrickson’s Everything Must Go (in which the artist creates a show about emptying her father’s house after his death) springs to mind, as does Michael Landy’s Break Down (the notorious making of an actual physical inventory of Landy’s worldly goods – 7,227 items in his case – which are then destroyed). Then there’s Geoff Sobelle’s extraordinary The Object Lesson, in which the audience are immersed in a room full of junk… The moral being: go there with complete conviction or don’t go there.

There is no director, dramaturg or outside eye credited on Wealth’s Last Caprice – and it could be that further development with a collaborator would take the show the extra mile it needs to go. There is a very good show in here awaiting liberation.

Toot: Be Here Now

TOOT: Be Here Now

Toot: Be Here Now

Who was alive in the 90s? asks Clare. The hands go up. Everyone! What do we remember? How about Britpop? Blur versus Oasis. Nick Cave. Kylie. And – with I-told-you-so shock and excitement – Nick AND Kylie. Together! See, I told you she was cool, I knew it all along, says Terry (whose teenage self talks to Kylie every night in his bedroom). Tony Blair and the 1997 election – everyone, but everyone, is going to vote Labour! Raves. Trance. Dance. Drugs. Hip hop. Underworld. The Fugees. The Spice Girls – love em or hate em.  TOOT –Terry O’Donovan, Stuart Barter and Clare Dunn – were teenagers in the 1990s, hence their intense interest in this particular decade.

The trio are named after their first show (Ten Out Of Ten), and what looked to be a kind of friendly one-off seems to have turned into an ongoing venture. Both of the company’s shows pride themselves on their special relationship with audience, who are embroiled into the action in a gentle and unthreatening way. Whilst TOOT (the show) brought us back to the schoolroom to investigate success and failure, their second show, Be Here Now, explores the importance of pop music in our nation’s coming-of-age stories – and specifically the importance of 1990s pop music in the personal stories of the three TOOT performers. It is (inevitably) a show steeped in nostalgia – but there is always a lively and engaging tug between past and present. The balance between the universal and the individual is held well.

So how does it all play out? The audience are seated on three sides (with a great bank of cardboard storage boxes forming the back wall). The boxes are opened to reveal the contents of a 90s teenage bedroom: glitter lava lamps, portable cassette players, a portrait of Kylie, a shower of Massive Attack Blue Lines CDs, a clutter of mini-discs – including the one that Marcus (age 17) made for Clare when she was just 15. The stories unfurl in many wondrous ways. Clare and Marcus! She can hardly believe it; she never thought he’d even noticed her (especially as she was wearing that horrible jumper that she wouldn’t have wanted to be caught dead in). Stuart-as-Marcus – transformed into a cool 90s teenager with the ruffling of his hair, and the donning of a baggy jumper and slouchy walk – reads out the tracklisting on the minidisk, and Clare responds with an astute physical playing out of the emotional register of each track – walking assertively, dancing wildly, posing, relaxing as the tunes merge and mingle – 2 Become 1, Killing Me Softly – the ultimate liberated 90s girl, the world at her feet. Meanwhile Terry’s stuck in a bit of a dilemma – spinning the bottle and being pushed forward to ask for a kiss by the male friend who’s the object of his nascent gay desire, rather than the girl he’s got to kiss. All three performers are excellent, their interactions perfectly tuned. The relationship with audience is paramount – we are talked to, played with, sung to, and (in one wonderful scene) invited up to become extras in Stuart’s heartbreaking story of a fantasy encounter gone pear-shaped.

Running through it all is the notion that the 90s was probably the last era when pop music was really, really important to young people. Or maybe everyone thinks that about ‘their’ decade. Was it better then or now, the TOOT team wonder. Certainly it was the last era in which you had to wait all night for the DJ to play your tune (rather than downloading it immediately onto your phone). The last era when you desperately coveted that new single by your favourite artist, saving up your pocket money and going out to buy it on a Saturday afternoon. The last era when music was relayed on actual physical artefacts – vinyl, CDs, cassettes, mini-discs – before the download era: by the beginning of the next decade, your mate could come round to your house and swipe your whole lovingly-amassed music collection onto an iPod in minutes. How has the culture of instant gratification changed us, wonder the TOOTs. This lost world of desire and longing reassembles itself deftly before our eyes (and ears).

This is not the only interactive contemporary theatre show about our relationship to pop music: Be Here Now is preceded by Periplum’s 45 Revolutions Per Moment and Uninvited Guests’ Love Letters Straight From Your Heart, and there are (intentionally or unintentionally) echoes of both shows. But Be Here Now is no bootleg copy. It is its own unique self, with brilliant and engaging performances from the TOOT trio. All are strong physically-rooted performers – all three sing, dance, DJ, all the time telling stories of first romantic fumbles, crushes, sexual fantasies, growing awareness of being gay, romantic disappointment, serious courtship, and marriage (we are invited to film the wedding on our phones). Stuart Barter – better known as a musician – really shines as a physical actor in this TOOT show: the way in which he gently leads the whole room into a great big rave-up (we are brought in as extras of the story of How Stuart Met Julie) is truly magical. At the beginning of the show, we are asked to write down the name of a song (from any era) that reminds us of our first love. The tunes we picked at the beginning are later delivered to us in a number of enchanting ways – although if there is one small dramaturgical quibble it is that suddenly moving out of the 90s world to incorporate the choices of audience members of tunes from other eras into the show feels a little odd. Perhaps the TOOT team need to decide if they might be better sticking to their lovingly created 1990s world, rather than breaking it with musical intrusions from other eras. This aspect of the show, lovely though it is, is also the one that ties it most closely to the two other shows about pop music referenced above.

But that aside, Be Here Now is really and truly a lovely show – heartwarming, engaging, and entertaining. A hit, pop-pickers!

Sylvia Rimat: If You Decide to Stay

If You Decide To Stay

Why do we do what we do? Is life a series of random chaotic moments, or are we on a path of destiny? How to we make choices? If You Decide to Stay, Sylvia Rimat’s charming and endearing new show, is about the here and now: a celebration of the fact that somehow life has conspired to bring this particular set of people together in this particular room at this particular time. Sitting in these particular seats. To shake things up a bit, to challenge destiny (perhaps) and to wake our brains from the usual theatre-seat passive slump (certainly), she asks us to look around, then if we wish to change our seat. To have a second chance to make a conscious decision about where we want to be sitting. The space is charged with energy, people giggle and chatter, there’s a fair bit of moving and shuffling – and as everyone settles down in a new ‘seating constellation’ there is a far more alert feeling in the room. This, we realise is not going to be your usual sort of theatre show. Sylvia congratulates us: ‘You’ve made it!’

We’ve only got an hour but that hour is a riveting one: time flies when you’re having fun. Sylvia mixes assured and engaging address – she has the confident and relaxed vibe of a stand-up comedian or a music hall artist, making everyone feel that she is talking directly to them – with video footage (stars, maps, meadows ‘ there’s a meadow in my head’),  and pop songs (Mick Jones’ Should I Go or Should I Stay? is a perfect soundtrack for the show’s theme). There’s a comfy chair, on which she sits to read a letter to her would-be psychotherapist, Sue. There’s a blackboard on which she writes mind-bogglingly long numbers reflecting the statistical possibilities of seating arrangements. There are voiceovers from mathematician Dr Gaurav Malhotra, helping us to understand something of the nature of chance and statistics, and from neuroscientists and astrologers, giving opposing – or possibly complementary – views on the workings of our minds and our relationship to the universe. Again and again we return to the amazing, wonderful realisation that regardless of how and why – we are here. We are here – now!

The absurd is always close to hand: at one point the artist, reflecting on the decision-making processes in creating the show, ponders on the possibility of introducing a live cockerel into the stage setting. She opts instead for a white rabbit costume – or at least, she offers us a choice: white rabbit, or St Martin – the saintly Roman soldier much admired in her native Germany for sharing his cloak with a stranger. We choose the rabbit – perhaps all audiences do. It’s a very foolish rabbit suit, with floppy ears and a bobtail and she looks very becoming in it. Sylvia asks for an audience volunteer to play St Martin, and a gentleman in the front row is dutifully kitted out in helmet, cloak and toy sword. This and other moments of audience interaction are handled with great charm and warmth. Much later in the show, another audience member is sent off to the Co-op next door to buy snacks, after a collection (rather like the offertory at a mass) to raise funds.

Some shows hit you over the head with their ideas – some slip them to you gently using humour and warm personal engagement. If You Decide to Stay is certainly in the second category. It’s a total delight from start to finish. And yes – we get to eat the snacks. I’m very glad I came. I’m very glad I stayed. I hope, sometime before the world ends, to find myself once again in the same place, at the same time, as Sylvia Rimat.

Liz Aggiss: The English Channel

Liz Aggiss is The English Channel

5–4–3–2–1! Con-fused? Be-mused? Don’t be! It’ll be alright on the night… Liz is here – whether to meet and raise expectations or lower the barre we don’t yet know. Will she please us – or will she please herself? We wait with baited breath: ‘Don’t move a muscle!’

Ta-rum! Here she comes! Liz Aggiss IS the English Channel: a go-go dancing vessel for the spirits of a splendid array of cultural icons, from Cheeky Chappie Max Miller’s saucy innuendo to Pat Simmonds’ plumy-toned Speaking Clock, via the theme tune to The Adventures of Robin Hood; a medium conjuring the ghosts of dance past, present and future, who all remind us that death is just around the corner. Dance past includes a lovingly created homage to German tanztheater guru Kurt Joos and his Dance of Death. Dance present sees Liz twerking like there’s no tomorrow, do or die, as she sings ‘Too tired to fuck’, an anthem to the eternal entwining of Eros and Thanatos. Dance future is a grinning skull, beckoning – but not now, not yet. There’s life in the old girl yet… ‘You stay there!’ she demands of it.

For anyone familiar with Liz Aggiss’ work, her latest show is reassuringly packed with familiar subjects, themes, motifs. Popular dance (twist! disco!); vaudeville and variety (Max Miller’s cheeky chappie innuendo, Lily Morris’s comic music hall songs); and mockery (sometimes self-mockery) of the concerns of women about body image, as she rearranges her bosom, flexes her biceps, hoists her tight green lurex skirt up to her arse. She’s the queen of postmodern performance – and there sure is a lot of that about, but the difference between Queen Liz and so many of those who followed in her footsteps is the skill and the love – her work is chock-full of allusions, a pick-n-mix from a hundred years of high and low art and popular culture, and there is certainly irony and humour, but we feel the respect, note the knowledge, admire the very clever interweaving of references. More than the sum of its parts, is this.

Liz Aggiss is a groundbreaking choreographer and dance-theatre performer, but also a pioneer of ‘dance film’. Here, film is an integral part of the piece, the whole of the back wall one big screen on which found footage (the first woman Channel swimmer Gertrude Ederle; eccentric dancers The Ganjou Brothers & Juanita) is lovingly edited together (by Joe Murray) with specially-made vignettes mocked-up to look like found footage. These include a tribute to the fabulous Florence Foster Jenkins, who resolutely followed a career as an opera-singing soprano, despite a complete lack of pitch or rhythm, brought to life magnificently by Emma Kilby; to androgynous German cabaret singer Claire Waldoff, played with perfect pitch by Lisa Wolfe;  and to grotesque dancer Isi Te Je, brought to life by contemporary dancer Antonia Gove.

As is the case in much of Liz Aggiss’ work, film, costume, and props all contribute to a piece that is driven by a marriage of choreography and scenography. Live art. Moving sculpture. Objects are important. Clothing isn’t merely decorative, it changes the body’s movement, it informs the choreography. Often, the performer’s body is deconstructed or distorted or extended by what she is wearing: a black penitent’s shroud covers her head, but exposes her legs, making her look like a mini-skirted Klu-Klux-Klan member; an enormous metal claw with excessively long fingers weaves through the air, both menacing and mesmeric (referencing Kay Lynn’s Finger Dance); her Max Wall bulging bottom channels the Bouffon, looking down at the world and laughing. At times, she seems to be almost puppeteering herself in a complex animation of body and object or clothing.

Sound design must be mentioned too: Alan Boorman (aka Wevie, as in legendary alternative music combo Wevie Stonder) does a brilliant job, weaving together his own quirky compositions with a whole raft of found sound, classical piano (featuring long-term collaborator Billy Cowie) and pop classics that ricochet from music hall to psychedelia via Klaus Nomi and The Dead Kennedys.

Made as she hits the big 6-0, Liz Aggiss is The English Channel reflects on the conundrum of being a dancing OAP, and offers us a kind of clownish mockery of the approach of death, less whispering in the wings than calling mawkishly from centrestage. A poignant scene towards the end sees the stage detritus gathered up rhythmically and methodically into brown paper bags as the Speaking Clock announces: ‘At the third stroke…’ and Liz adds: ‘Paralysis… a blinding headache…’

But not yet, not yet! There’s more dancing to be done! Cue a wild punk-inspired anthem, expunging the devilish monotony of a rote-learning, seen-but-not-heard childhood littered with requests to sit up straight, hands on head. ‘Have you calmed down yet, Elizabeth?’ our headbanging PVC-clad veteran punkette screeches in mockery of that long-gone but not forgotten 1960s childhood. No, she hasn’t. Thank goodness for that.

Wild Things

Mandragola landscape w Serena Go wild in the country! A reflection on artistic escape from the bright lights, big city – and a tale of two Feasts An ensemble of actors are gathered together to research the basic components of their craft in a workshop setting. The director gains inspiration from Japanese Noh Theatre and Commedia Dell’Arte. He expresses a desire to work with a bare stage, free from the trappings of cumbersome naturalistic stage sets. He views his work as a spiritual process that re-establishes theatre as a sacred space, and he is feeling increasingly frustrated with the demands of making work in a cosmopolitan setting. He longs to escape from the city…. The scene described above would not be too unusual today, but far from the usual expectations and practices of the theatre of its day, for this is Paris 1913. The director is Jacques Copeau, and the company is the Vieux-Colombier, which he has set up as a research project with the intention of restoring theatre to a purer art form of poetry and vision, based on the actor’s skill and inner strength. His influence on the physical and devised theatres of the twentieth century is phenomenal: from Copeau we can trace the line of influence through Antonin Artaud, who worked with Jean-Louis Barrault, one of Copeau’s dedicated pupils. Another of the dedicated troupe was a young working-class man called Etienne Decroux, who was to become known as the father of modern mime. Copeau’s daughter Marie-Helene befriended a young gymnast called Jacques Lecoq and through her, Lecoq had his introduction to theatre. The most radical phase of Copeau’s work took place when he decided in 1924 to leave the Parisian theatre world; to turn his back on the venues and producers and set-builders and first nights in the quest to find a different sort of theatre. Taking members of both the Vieux-Colombier company and its school he moved to Burgundy to create a theatre community that lived and worked together, celebrating birthdays with ritual, growing their own organic food and creating theatre pieces which were toured in the commedia dell’ arte tradition – playing outdoors in village squares, an integral part of the rural life that they had embraced. IMG_0806 Moving on almost exactly a century, we find a young company, Clout (who formed whilst training at Ecole Jacques Lecoq in Paris and could thus be seen as descendants on a direct line down from Jacques Copeau) grappling with the same dilemma of the pressure of making theatre in the bustle of a big city environment. ‘Part and parcel of the theatre artist’s life is a kind of duality or split personality,’ says company co-founder and performer George Ramsay. ‘We are required to be sociable, extrovert and performative much of the time. We must sell ourselves on the streets of Edinburgh each August and remain connected to the ‘scene’ in our hometowns, in our case that being London. On the other hand creation often requires isolation, reflection and stillness.’ The company’s show How a Man Crumbled – made ‘in a dusty squat next to the rail tracks of La Chapelle in north Paris’ –had a very successful run at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2012, receiving a nomination for a Total Theatre Award for Emerging Artists. It subsequently toured round the UK, to Russia and Germany, and it got picked up by BAC, who gave it a week-long run and offered to support the making of the next show, The Various Lives of Infinite Nullity. Clout found themselves arriving at Edinburgh Fringe 2013 with a show that George feels ‘had many strong elements but wasn’t fully ready’. It nonetheless received excellent reviews and another Total Theatre Awards nomination. But the young company were feeling that everything was happening a little too quickly, and thus made the decision to spend a year in the wilderness, ‘both metaphorical and literal’. They gave the Ed Fringe 2014 a miss and spent time both re-developing The Various Lives of Infinite Nullity, and researching and creating a new show, FEAST. So in place of the hustle and bustle of Edinburgh, they spent their August in the wonderful theatre research centre Tiyatro Medresesi in rural Turkey, surrounded by olive groves, fig trees, stray cats and dogs, ancient architecture and plenty of cool yoghurt drinks. ‘We created and gave workshops, took walks, slept and collected bones,’ says George. ‘It was the antidote to filtering on the Royal Mile with the rain pouring down. We were again working in isolation. We had our privacy back.’ Reflecting on the effect that the surroundings have on the work, George says: ‘In a direct sense, we are often influenced by ambient sounds. In London, traffic sounds made tier way into the show, whilst in Turkey the sound of crickets chirruping became the soundtrack. However we can also react against our surroundings: in yuppie Battersea we created a dirty primal first chapter (Breakfast), all earth and milk and rough jute sacks, however in Turkey we made a highly cosmopolitan second chapter (Lunch), all high heels, giant colourful wigs and Norman Mailer quotes.’ IMG_0800 For Clout, the decision to leave the city lights is not to escape but to refresh and recharge: ‘In this debate between bucolic seclusion and cosmopolitan sociability it is not a case of one being better than the other, but rather a necessary dualism that we must embrace, and perpetually search for the right balance. And there is pleasure in this search.’ For others, though, it is not just a case of recharging batteries and escaping the metropolis in order to create work that will, ultimately, be brought back to theatre spaces – it is more a question of making work in the countryside that is specific to that environment, and remains there. The term’ site specific’ tends to conjure up visions of work made in abandoned warehouses and other urban spaces (see, for example, the work of Punchdrunk, Dreamthinkspeak, Geraldine Pilgrim et al). But there is a noble history of work that is made in, and for, the rural environment – work that is a response to that environment, and exists there and there alone. Artists and companies working in this way include the venerable Wrights and Sites (and their related Mythogeography project), environmental artists such as Red Earth, and John Fox and Sue Gill of Dead Good Guides (formerly co-directors of Welfare State International). Snakes and Ladders Isobel Smith is an artist whose work sits between the visual and performing arts. With her company Grist to the Mill, she makes visual theatre work using puppetry, animation, live and composed music, and physical performance. She is also a sculptor and installation maker. I’ve had the pleasure of collaborating with her on a number of projects, including a commission to make a site-responsive work for a mock-Victorian Bathing Machine on Brighton beach (Kissing the Gunner’s Daughter, one of Nightingale Theatre’s Dip Your Toe commissions for Brighton Fringe 2012). More recently, we have worked together on a project called Sisters of Hera, in which we were commissioned by Tenuta dello Scompiglio in Italy to be artists-in-residence at their beautiful site – an arts centre set on an organic farm and vineyard, surrounded by woods. The brief was for the project’s three key artists (Isobel, composer James Foz Foster, and myself) to visit three times, to make a succession of works that responded to the environment, with the project culminating in September 2014 with a showing of this work, curating further works made by other invited artists, together with an indoor show that aimed to bring some of the outdoor elements into an indoor immersive theatre environment. Feast table Speaking of the opportunity, Isobel says: ‘As is the tradition with artist’s residencies, being removed from the obligations of mundane tasks and routines like cleaning, laundry, shopping, cooking, school run, and being given time and space to explore artistic practice is opportunity enough. But being plucked from all that and transported in a Tuscan paradise for not one, but three visits spread over a year was akin to artist’s heaven – I had a rare moment in my life as an artist of feeling properly supported, enabled and valued to make work.’ So, with senses heightened, the rest of world ceased to exist whilst we were there in Tuscany – there was only the project. The Sisters of Hera – Hestia, goddess of hearth and home; and Demeter, goddess of fertility, earth and the harvest – were our initial inspiration. The task: to create a series of artworks, performances, compositions, and aural/visual installations celebrating Scompiglio’s dualities: indoors and outdoors; art and nature; architecture and agriculture. The works each, in their different ways, exploring classical and contemporary interpretations of the Olympian myths, and reflecting the desire to bring the outdoors in and the indoors out. Very early in the process, certain images presented themselves: wooden tables outdoors grazing wildly, then later as beasts of burden laden with the trappings of civilisation (pristine white linen, silverware, fine bone china); the notion of hybrid creatures, part-human, part-tree; creating shrines to goddesses in bird-boxes; bringing the trappings of vanity – mirrors and hairbrushes and evening gowns – out into the woods; bringing the trees and fruits of the forest indoors and using them in interesting sculptural and performative ways. The Hunt Dressage Reflecting on the first visit in April 2014, Isobel says: ‘We walked and walked, exploring the site and identifying possible locations for installations and outdoor performances.’ And what a choice there was! Woods and vineyards, creeks and meadows, terraced hills and mountain paths, abandoned outbuildings and old stone walls and fountains… Feeling the need to have some sort of unifying aesthetic for the diverse number of works being made, we decided on a kind of base design guideline: ‘Brown wood, rough un-bleached cloth, and earth was Demeter’s domain. Starchy white linen, candles and shiny silverware was Hestia’s,’ says Isobel. Dashes of harvest colours – rusty reds, damsons, apple greens – would creep in here and there. Serena magenta table feet Composer/performer James Foz Foster found a tree he wanted to transform into a ‘Puppet Tree’, channelling the spirit of Pan by developing an idea to become a human musical puppet – tied into the tree with strings which activated bells when he moved to play the musical saw (with hands) and the Shruti box (using foot pedals); the costume a wonderful construction in Hessian and ivy, made by Isobel and inspired by Pan’s Northern European manifestation as the Green Man. Sisters The Bell Tree James Foz Foster Other sites leapt out and sang to us: Isobel selected a disused hunter’s lodge at the height of the mountainous site for Running Cold, an installation to be glimpsed through a partially open door which would incorporate found objects, shadow work, and a soundscape composed by Foz. We became particularly interested in these ‘little houses in the woods’ and other built structures around the site– some, like the hunter’s lodge, damp and spider-infested; others like the ‘casa bambu’ pristine renovated spaces. This bamboo house felt the perfect place to site invited artist The Baron Gilvan, who was casting himself as inventor Daedalus, pondering the desire for flight. The little house thus became Daedalus’ Workshop, animated by live action painting by Gilvan. By co-incidence, another of the invited artists, Serena Gatti, proposed a piece about Icarus (Daedalus’ son, who in the Greek myths dies when he flies too close to the sun, melting his wax wings). Serena joined us on our second (July 2014) visit, and picked a site to work with in a creek at the very bottom of the valley, providing an interesting counter-balance to Daedalus’ Workshop at the top of the mountain… Another Daedalus-inspired piece saw Bruno Humberto re-creating the Minotaur’s labyrinth under a bridge (inspired by the Borges’ reworking of the classic myth). Feast Mr Fox Artemis Table Elsewhere on the site, Isobel talks of the inspiration provided by the vineyards: ‘Wire frames looming over tiny freshly planted vine plants, waiting to force them into shape for maximum yield and easier picking. Man’s taming influence was in strong evidence throughout the well-managed site and Hestia’s concern with getting the table linen clean versus Demeter’s mud and earth ready to mess it up again became a near obsession for me.’ This obsession manifested in many ways, not least in Mandragola, a piece she installed during the July residency and left in the hands of the elements until September. When we returned, we were delighted to see that the pristine white ‘shrouds’, set on vine frames and dug into the earth in July, had ‘taken root’ in the ground. This second visit was focused heavily on making – having as much as possible of our own work completed (or at the very least planned) would enable us to concentrate on curating the visiting artists’ work, and rehearsing the indoor show, during the final visit. Isobel worked with Foz to put the structures in place for his Puppet Tree (later named The Bell Tree); Foz recorded chosen texts (in Italian and English) as the first-stage process of a number of compositions and sound installations that would be placed across the site (in chapels, old sinks, bushes, and brooks) and Isobel and I began a feverish bout of nest-making and bird-box creating, for both outdoor and indoor installations. In the third period, September 2014, we were joined by our guest artists (making 10 of us in total). ‘It was a very intense period and I enjoyed using all my skills and training to hop between roles of fine-artist, designer/maker, curator and performer, working alone at times and with everyone at others,’ says Isobel. ‘We ate, danced, rehearsed and performed together, drank wine, and made wonderful things happen’. Mask Simon That final fortnight included midnight film-making in an abandoned fountain accompanied by a frog chorus (working under the direction of filmmaker Simon Wilkinson – the end result, Asleep on the Vine, an homage to Dionysus, was incorporated into the final show, and can be seen on Vimeo); morning rehearsals in the theatre space working on the indoor finale; and afternoons on-site creating the pieces for the great outdoors. Inevitably, this residency felt radically different to the earlier visits as there was an extended group of artists contributing ideas and making works, a deadline looming – and so, so much to do. The show must go on! The final showing to audience split the work into two parts: The Hunt was a daytime art-trail, audience members seeking out works of all sorts (painting, sculpture, sound installations, films, and short performance works), guided along the way by the multi-tasking Yael Karavan (who also performed in the evening show, created an installation, made a film called The Rape of Persephone referencing Demeter’s frantic search for her abducted daughter, and acted as camerawoman on Simon’s film). Following an Aperitif break at the site’s beautiful organic restaurant – where the audience enjoyed fine wines, local olives, and a very lovely sound installation in teapots made by Foz and animated by Marion Duggan and Matthew Blacklock, replendent in evening wear – the party were led off in silence at twilight for The Homecoming, which culminated in an interactive ‘Feast’ – set in the theatre space, although with the space turned topsy-turvy. Feast Dionysus table plus Max A specially built table cum altar was the central motif, set on the terraces where seating rakes would normally be (we liked the idea of the theatre terraces reflecting the vineyard and olive tree terraces sculpted into the Tuscan landscape). The audience and performers would inter-mingle at smaller tables, each a ‘shrine’ to a different god or goddess. Each performer had their own ‘station’ (Serena’s table, for example, was dedicated to Athena and featured clay bowls filled with olives, a roughly-hewn see-saw of scales, olive branches, feather quills, sheets of music manuscript). A section of the theatre floor was removed to create a red-lit pit circled with soil – Hades, from which Yael as Persephone emerged. The final scene of the show turned the underneath of the main table into a shadow world of tangled roots and branches. Although having the opportunity to show work to an audience is crucial, the residency, spanning most of a year, was about far more than the show – it was an opportunity to blossom as an artist in a holistic and nurturing environment. As Isobel notes: ‘The project would not have been possible in other circumstances. It needed the ease of living that this extraordinarily generous residency and commission allowed.’ For some (like Clout) escape to the countryside is all about the need to recharge your batteries, in order to have the breathing space to make new work that is then taken back into the city theatres. For others (like our Sisters of Hera project), the work resides in the place in which it is made. But in both cases, what is learnt through this withdrawal from the pressures of city life and escape to the countryside is that an engagement with the natural world feeds the soul and nurtures the artistic process. And the benefits and repercussions of this process will undoubtedly go far further than the immediate outcomes. Birdboxes in situ   Photo credits: Clout photos (1 &2)  courtesy of the company. Sisters of Hera photos (featured image & all others) by Isobel Smith. Further information: Clout are currently (November 2014) in residence at Battersea Arts Centre, performing the reworked version of The Various Lives of Infinite Nullity and the debut of new work FEAST. On 14 November, Clout are offering a food-themed, dada-infused cabaret in the bar after the show. They then perform their first show How a Man Crumbled at Mimetic Festival, The Vaults, 18–22 November 2014. Sisters of Hera, created by Aurelius Productions with Grist to the Mill, comprised three artistic residencies, in April, July & September 2014. Project Director/Curator Dorothy Max Prior, Co-Curator/Visual Artist Isobel Smith, Composer/Musical Director James Foz Foster. Guest artists joining for the September residency: Yael Karavan (Karavan Ensemble, Israel/UK), Simon Wilkinson (Circa 69, UK), Serena Gatti (Italy), Bruno Humberto (Portugal), The Baron Gilvan (UK), Matthew Blacklock & Marion Duggan (The Ragroof Players, UK). www.tenutadelloscompiglio.org