Saturday, 30 January 2010
In Dubai....
We have mixed emotions; excited, tired, sleep, bloated... overall really need a bed. However, loving the hospitality!
We Shall keep you posted on our arrival.. watch this space!
Salwa
Friday, 29 January 2010
The World at My Feet
I lay my dreams at your feet
Tread softly for you tread upon my dreams
In a world where islands are made of rubbish, stories wash up along the shore, and hope falls from the skies, we ask what will you do to survive?
A leader from a lost tribe, a man who has sold his soul, a mother who leaves her children and grotesque figures stuffing their faces. People hoping, wishing, dreaming, fighting, struggling, running for their lives. We explore what separates us and what brings us together and what is the value of human life in a world where people are disposable?
The World At My Feet is a collaboration between Project Phakama UK, Teater Tetas and the British International School Jakarta. For the past two months both Project Phakama and Teater Tetas have been independently exploring ideas about recycled worlds, stories and dreams and join together for a 14-day residency at the British International School Jakarta to create a performance at BIS, Gedung Kesenian Jakarta and Trento Free School. The project is supported by the British International School, WorldTheatre and Gedung Kesenian Jakarta.
Phakama is going to Indonesia
Watch this space for updates on our adventures and experiences whilst in Jakarta.
Saturday, 13 December 2008
´WOOOOOOOOW!!!
Just checking in because i am two weeks late.... but who can blame me? I am amazed at Brazil. It is filled with beautiful men (chuckle chukle), women and children, the laughter, the smiles, the art, the culture; it has all come together in one beautiful mosiac I take home with me behind my eyelids so that each time i close my eyes there it is!
On arriving in Sao Paulo my first thought was shoooooo heat wave! But i had little time to let the weather sink in as we dashed from check in point to check in point, a little similar to when we left South Africa running about and missing our first flight to joburg... but with a little charm and sass that Lerato and i carry around in a little bag, we managed to hustle a flight... BUT yes, back to Brazil...
I have LOVED it, in hindsight it was not always easy being here but as these two weeks draw to an end i dont think God placed me here for kicks and giggles.... the big word on the tip of my tongue about this project has been ´stretching´i have grown far and wide...but not just because of the amazing bahian food... mostly because i was challenged to use every part of me to express myself and to make sure people understood, and also to understand people, to be at a place where the most important thingis not how I feel, but how WE feel. I look at all of us and see us as different paintings on exhibition (the final performance), with no words to communicate just facial expressions and indents from a paint brush... all of us waiting for someone to describe what the artist really meant by painting the artwork (which in this case it was patrick!) but all of us relying on who we are as artworks (different, beautiful, strange, indulgent, quirky, absurd) to get the message across: no matter how different we are, we are still the same... hahaha the same difference!
I would love to go into detail... which I will, I promise... but not now... now i have less than 24 hours of Salvador left and I want to slurp it all in until i´m full of it... and i´ll share some with you i promise! Unfortunately, i won´t be able to share the most amazing cooldrink with you (drum roll please): GUARANA!! OW!!!! it is too amazing.... ok toodles noodles... chat to you across the atlantic! all my love
