Arthaus: Words in the space

 I'd like you to put a chair into the space. Now before you go to the chair, I want you to first visualize the chair, and then be with the chair. Now become the chair. Would you prefer to complete the journey with the chair, or as the chair? You decide. Some wood (would) say that they're not feeling particularly like a chair, and that they wood rather be next to a chair in the space because that's their mood right now, and that's fine. Do what you feel like in the moment, rather than what you believe is being asked of you. Now, go find the chair! When you have the chair, I want you to bring it into the space. But before that, I want you to make sure you're bringing the chair in like you're bringing THE chair in. There is one chair in the space, and you're bringing it! Nobody else is! You're bringing the chair in for whatever reason that the space requires it. Maybe the space simply looks aesthetically pleasing with the chair. Maybe there is one person waiting to sit on it. Perhaps it's a kitchen, and a boy needs the chair so he can climb on it and reach the top shelf so he can obtain the sugar. Why is the sugar on the top shelf, we'll never know. Do you have the chair? Good! Bring it into the space!


-Thomas Prentke

You're 30? That's when life begins! I said that when I turned 40. And also at 50. I'll say it again when I turn 60.

-Also Thomas

The juiciest, squeeziest, hug

-Thomassssss

Day 8, 9 and 10 blurred by, because I was in and out of the pain of the soles, and also of the nights out. It's delightful to move the whole day, and also get to know the cast afterwards. Some of whom I've now spent 2 weeks working with. Poppy is particularly fun to work with because of her expressive eyes, and her similar sense of humor. It's good to treat the study of the suffering of humans with some lightness.

Let's devise something. Your theme will be the loss of innocence.

My group had violent images. Mathilde had a gut-wrenching punch. Dilreen was surrounded by leering men, slashing her as she ran. Shura was slowly undressed and manipulated. Me? Bunch of leering men at my ex-gf. So we acted out all the images.

Let's devise games never played before.

And so we did. Ki-kiri-keeee! Zz-z-z-zaah! Brrrr-inggggg! And random movements. One particular group simply occupied the space with random movements. Good ole me was frustrated at the lack of stakes and the lack of clear winners and losers.

Now, let's go back to your devised piece. I know some of the images border on violence, but at any point, feel free to initiate any game.

O.O That's exactly how good improv works! We have a theme pushing the piece, but we can be distracted by good, fun games at any point. Comedy and poetry. What a great combination.

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7/28/19 3:03 PM

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