Past Blogs Collection

And so ive decided to open a blog here instead of other places
here is a collection of blogs posted of both Livejournal and Blogspot

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Reaching into the Unknown

it took me a couple of weeks but im finally not depressed anymore. looking forward to the future
and im not afraid to keep dreaming about it. things to look forward to – many more amazing moments with my beautiful girl, new faces and a few old ones, new sights and possiblites, a completion of current projects in a nice collection of completeness.
this is one of those moments where i always find that what i feel as a new year starts different to everyone else it feels like mine is just beginning and its late May – welcome 2009.

I am already here in this promised world of tranquility, beauty, joy and glory but not by a god or a man but by the promises i made to myself

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the lost song

May. 15th, 2009 | 08:14 pm
location: ……….
mood: sad sad
music: The Cat Empire

i had nine lives but i lost all of them
and ive been seaching the night
and ive been seaching in the rain
i tried to find them
but they disappeared
they walked away they dressed in black
they left my side and all i say
is that i wasted time
when i looked for them
for now i know that things gone past
are never to be found again
no never never again
i had nine lives
but i lost all of them

i had a plan
but i never finished it
and ive been searching for the thought
and ive been searching in a haze
i try all days
to remember it
but now the blueprint in my mind has gone
my mind forgot the colour of direction
and my eyes they see the hands
that could of built
that could have constructed the empire in my mind

the empire
i’ll never find
i had a plan
but that was where it ended


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largomorphia and the sounds of glass

Feb. 15th, 2009 | 09:19 pm
location: the mansion (that now has a bunny)
mood: awake
music: ‘Champagne Supernova’ – Oasis

FINALLY! myself and David Kirkpatrick got our act together about this music project idea and have been in his studio producing some wacky variaties of music including some interesting noises i found whilst tackling my fear of broken glass, with an upcoming set at the Dont Look Gallery in Dulwich Hill on the 8th of March the pressure to produce work is keeping us on our toes

photographer: NeckroOptic

and in the midst of all this ive made new friend! – he’s a Bunny and his name is Chestah!
(pronounced chester but spelt like cheetah)
he likes to jump, eat vegetables, lovess getting his head stroked and often comes and sits with me wen im sitting in my bed.
we’ve become the best of friends!

photo by my valentine: Emmy (happy valentines sugar – that cd was so beautiful)

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Anne Bogart discusses Terror and Art.

Jan. 15th, 2009 | 11:20 am
location: the Dalley household
music: nin – the collector

We are born in terror and trembling. In the face of our terror before the uncontrollable chaos of the universe, we label as much as we can with language in the hopes that once we name something we no longer fear it. This labelling enables us to feel safer but also kills the mystery in what’s been labelled, removing the life and danger out of what’s been defined. The artist’s responsibility is to bring the potential, the mystery and terror, the trembling, back. James Baldwin wrote, “The purpose of art is to lay bare the questions which have been hidden by the answers.” The artist attempts to undefine, to present the moment, the word, the gesture as new and full of controlled potential.

I became a theatre director knowing unconsciously that I was going to have to use my own terror in my life as an artist; I had to learn to work in trust and not in fear of the terror. I was relieved to find that the theatre is a useful place to concentrate that energy. Out of the almost uncontrollable chaos of life, I could create a place of beauty and a sense of community. In the most terrible depths of doubt and difficulty, I have found encouragement and inspiration in my collaborations. we have been able to create an atmosphere of grace, intensity and love. I’ve created a refuge for myself, for actors and for audiences through the metaphor of theatre.

I believe that theatre’s function is to remind us of the big human issues, to remind us of our terror and our humanity. In our quotidian lives, we live in constant repetition of habitual patterns. Many of us sleep through our lives. Art should offer experiences that alter these patterns, awaken what is sleep, and remind us of our original terror. Human beings first created theatre in response to the everyday terror of life. From cave drawings to ecstatic dances around numberless fires, from Hedda Gabler raising her pistol to the disintegration of Blanche Dubois, we create hopeful shapes for our distress. I have found that theatre that doesn’t address terror has no energy. We create out of fear, not from a place of security and safety. According to the physicist Werner Heisenberg, artist and scientists share a common approach. They enter into their work with one hand firmly grasping specific and the other hand on the unknown. We must trust ourselves to enter the abyss with openness, with trust in ourselves, despite the unbalanced and vulnerability. How do we trust in ourselves, our collaborators and our abilities enough to work within the terror we experience in the moment of entering?

William Hurt, the actor, recently interviewed in the New York Times said, “Those who function out of fear, seek security, those who function out of trust, seek freedom.” These two possible agendas dramatically influence the creative process. The atmosphere in the rehearsal hall, therefore, can be imbued with either fear or trust. Are the choices made in rehearsal based on a desire for security or a search for freedom? I am convinced that the most dynamic and thrilling choices are made when there is a trust in the process, in the artists and in the material. The saving grace in one’s work is love, trust and a sense of humour; trust in collaborators and the creative act in rehearsal, love for the art and a sense of humour about the impossible task. These are the elements that bring grace into a rehearsal situation and onto stage. In the face of terror, beauty is created and hence, grace.

I want to create theatre that is full of terror, beauty, love and belief in the innate human potential for change. In dreams begin responsibility. How can I begin to work with this spirit? How can I work, not to conquer, but to embrace terror, disorientation and difficulty?

— Anne Bogart. (viewpoints)

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Let me sing inside the crowded trams, let me dance among the traffic jams

Jan. 10th, 2009 | 11:01 am
location: The Mascot Mansion
mood: excited excited
music: Cat Empire – Know your name

Sydney Festival Today!!!!
im excited, theres so man things i want to see but heres my rough list for todays FREE events

  • Cat empire – 7:30
  • Mr Scruff – 9:00
  • Filastine – 10:00
  • also want to see the fondue set but the website isn giving me a time for their show = LAME

the fondue set – the hoofer at carriage  works performance space – click click

Im also spending today with Emmy which is awesome cos i havnt had much time to spend with her recently due to the next show im doing, though i sympathise – she really dosnt like alot of the music i listen to. sorri babe

My upcoming show is titled ‘Cutting Shakespeare’ and is on next Sunday.
a bunch of us crazy kids banded together and decided to make a show during the time my work’s theatre was scheduled to be in black – we’ve taken to one of the rooms ‘ the dungeon’ and with only two weeks till opening night invented an intriguing artisting devising process of script editing and now with a week to go have somewhat of a script, vague stage plans and a half designed performance space. but really its coming along nicely and im impressed wih everyones work.

being mainly contemporary of process and mind we struggled with performing someone elses thoughts and writtings and for it to feel like it was ours so the concept of cutting the script up and rearranging the lines to form our own work – written by shakespeare but curated and arranged in a way that is our own aswell.
here’s some of our script work:

Cutting Shakespeare
SCENE 5: The plans to poison


A face without a heart is the gem of all the nation –
what is a man, if his chief good and market of his time, be but to sleep and feed?
A beast, no more.

A thought which, quarte’d, hath but one part wisdom;
rightly to be great is not to stir without great argument, but to greatly find quarrel in a straw –
that he calls for drink, i’ll have prepaired him a chalice for the nonce, whereon but sipping
…it may be death


Let’s further think of this;
weigh what convienience both of time and means
May fit us to our shape: if this shall fail;
Revenge should have no bounds.

Booking and info for Cutting Shakespeare

Event Info
Shopfront Theatre
Time and Place
Sunday, January 18, 2009
8:00pm – 10:00pm
Shopfront Theatre
88 Carlton Parade CARLTON
Contact Info

(above) Leigh Perrett lighting Holly Thompson with his amazing fishing rod light
David Kirkpatrick watches on

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INSOMNIA and other tragic tales

Nov. 29th, 2008 | 05:46 am
location: my bed
mood: numb numb
music: ‘circus’ – Tom Waits

i woke up at 4 this morning. cant sleep

keep having this one lucid dream that is terrifying
so lucid i oftern confuse it with reality forgetting its just a dream
each scenario different per dream but always the same strange mysterious character.
actually- i cant be certain its the same character, in each dream entirely because ive never met them.
they just have the same way of communicating with me.
she leaves me notes …

cant remember what they say – all that is forgotten when i wake up
all i know is.. she is mischievous and her intentions arent good.
i dont know why i think she is a girl or a woman – i just get that vibe.

like i know who it is but i dont want to admit it.
but i dont – you know how in dreams people feel like people you know but they arent.

she plays mind games – theres something about the mind games that amuses her.

*goes back to drinking tea & and buttons up black dress*

i wish i had some whiskey and a gun, my dear.

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Nov. 28th, 2008 | 07:39 am
location: Sydney Theatre
mood: accomplished
music: ‘the crowd’ – Cat Empire

first entry – wat should i write?!

was at the Youth Engagement Showcase (y.e.s), yesturday held at the sydney theatre
i had mixed opinnions on the shows – i mean, the first show was AMAZING (only later finding that was only my opinnion) it was a company called City Moon and was performed by their Artistic Director, leaving me confused in what aspects of ‘youth theatre’ that encompasses.  a really irelivant yet pretty show.
followed by morning tea – tea is my favourite (all things which are stitchi’s favourites are accumulative)
then a forum where a few people were up talking about their experiences in youth arts and how they have gone on to make a meaningful contribution to the arts and communities. Ash that i met doing the ATYP trip away to Nowra was part of the panel, its nice to run into him. the most interesting points of disscusion i found were whether we take aesthetics from the places we choose to work and whether that effects the way someone thinks about how they produce their work and als disscusions about funding which were argued about with a welldressed man who claimed he was from a funding body.

then we prepaired for our lost toy story showcase – after fixing the transformers costume i designed for Kevin Ng. i got to finally roam in them with Arnab. much fun, bucket of sweat and many uncomfortable moments of pain to keep the stillness was had.


Arnab in our Transformer suits at the (lost toy story) festival. a taste of our work at Y.E.S

Kevin Ng and Arnab Ahmed in (lost toy story)

it was a decent day, anyday with Transformers and Tea is a good day.

—  STitCHi  =^ .^=


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