Elastic Dependable time

 

Dear Lucy,

How about dem developments eh? I really felt by the end of the week just true your statement of just how elastic time is when it’s spent honestly in deep obsessive states.   That is a misquote but you know what I mean? I think you wrote it on this blog somewhere. I mean we got through so much by just being insanely obsessive over things I mean we had a lighting designer for a weeks development of a new work.. how did that happen. Anyhoo elastic time is a reality which now means I have to renegotiate my previously not so good relationship with it but it is nice to know it has powers for good too.  It puts me in mind of we were walking back from Coffee at PACT last week, you said  ‘Time is the only consistent thing and you gotta make it your friend. You then said ‘you know I haven’t it’s a bitch cose it is all like hay I’m gonna change things.. .but you can always count on it to pass.’

Make that two more misquotes. But I swear the spirit of what you said is in there.

 And seriously Lucy W how much does that suck I don’t know what I dislike more beginnings or ending.

 Hey how about we make our logo a moon clock.

Oh god that works far too well.

You know when the metaphors get start growing on their own you are in trouble. You recently bought a new Rumi book can I borrow it? I think I have learnt all of the ones I have off by heart wooooo-me!

Lots of love

Erica

Billenium

Billenium: Where dreams are recorded!

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Billenium: Morning rays across Billenium find your troubles like marbles in the lost drawers of youth and hoards them like treasures

Billenium: We make you mistakable for a magical mystery

Billenium: Home of the malleable noon

Billenium: Does not fear mistakes, mistakes make holes in the earth of Billenium and oil spills through.

Billenium: Where nothing tells your stories but your fingertips

Billenium: Makes us believe whatever we love most

Billenium: Danger makes us richer

Billenium: Needs your help in the evening when the floor vibrates with bats in the disused train-lines under the city and cockroaches of information running across the ceilings

Billenium: Trips wires dead on the sand long dead

Billenium: Hipster cranks building medicine machines where fairytales milk riches out of the landslide for the rich hours of the night with slight light but not much under a door when a parent is dissolving into another room where nobody exists at all and monsters drag us around

Billenium: Night falls into the river

Video from Day 3

A short interview with one of the associate artists on the project, Patrick McCoy. Patrick is primarily working with video and live projection.

Video from Day 2

A short video from Day 2 featuring an interview with Rachel Roberts, who is playing the role of Moondirt.

Video from Day 1 (reposted)

A short video from Day 1 featuring an interview with Nick Atkins, who is playing the role of Ile.

Photos From Day Two

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ile – a little background

Currently I’m preparing to perform the role of ile for the development showing on Friday. Included here is a little creative writing piece I wrote as background to the character.

Ile is earnest. He takes a person at their word and will trip on these words before he talks back. Ile is the eldest and the responsible (in his life away from the quest). He is the carer when the breadwinner is absent working long hours, and the breadwinner when a carer needs to be hired. He is the clarifier of information and the mixer of chemicals. His skills drew him into the quest and his sincerity leaves no space for his survival. Ile is a bright spark in a bleak world threatening to short circuit. Ile is a victim because he is not yet a hero.

Where are Ile and Moondirt

Welcome to this cliffedge. It frozen, frozen icy like broken crockery. So cold it make you bleed. Or rather stops you from bleeding into all of those extremities. You know the ones you need to dial a phone.

 It’s an exact replica of that movie, what was it where the guy gnawed of his own arm? 360 hours or whatever. Yeah so picture that right but heaps colder blue and white cold. Yeah blood cold. Shit seems normal well as normal as a deserted 6000 foot cliff face can look to you or I who have never been there. But it looks normal cinematic picturesque normal.  Ice fields, Snow, jagged rocks, maybe some stick and dead looking shrubs if the altitude is not too much. Ile and Moondirt are about a third of the way up climbing climbing cimbing. Fast.

But fool this is a story book, it’s not reality amigo its fantasy.  Rocks shift and move by themselves. And when they move snow and ice go tumbling down past our protagonist and it blinds them. Something is following them and it ‘ant as tangible as rocks.

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Dear Lucy and co, Its here

About to kick off for Ile and Moondirt wich is really fun. Sitting With David Finnigan over breakfast recently after vibeing with him on the other side of the world for most of the year was a ‘shit got real’ moment. Sometimes I wonder though how I get myself into these situations. In a childlike wonder and the beauty of it all way and occasionally in a panic moment of not knowing what the hell I am doing.  I’m glad they happen.

 Ile and Moondirt. It’s happening.

I picked up the script in July after digging through Finigs archive and pulling a bunch of his stuff. Ile and Moondirt stuck out cose I was working with a lot of moon metaphors and actual dirt during ArtsLab and I attach meaning to that kind of stuff. This was a good thing to follow because who doesn’t want to know why a pharmacist and blues singer are climbing and icy mountainside together? Journeying into this script and its world over a 5 month period via broken emails and shared images has been nothing short of phenomenal.  Now there is a team of six around me who light up when we chat and we are gonna make some magic together in January and into 2012

But there is struggle and it’s an odd time to be throwing yourself into a complex project cose  contacts and support networks are kinda out of contact over the holiday season and financed work is uncertain or a thing of the distant newyear. The practicalities of life feel totally intangible and I am trying to make complex decisions and negotiate schedules when I don’t feel secure at all. This is tough.

 It was a fabulous to get a call from PACT in December when we got accepted into the space program because all my other funding planning had fallen through and to have a win in this uncertainty was a very solid thing to focus on. A needed boost after the pissy disappointments of lots of hard work being responded to with a number of ‘unfortunately’ letters. Unfortunately is the worst word of 2011 by the way, a sympathy meant I am sure but certainly not felt. I mean these guys arnt in control of my fortune or else it’s looking pretty bleak on that front. But regardless it shakes your confidence. I am prone like a bitch to latching on to disappointments and this is a pain in the arse to suffer through at a time when I don’t feel like I’m allowed to rest at all. I don’t feel okay with the unfortunately at all. I am hoping it doesn’t always feel like this much of a big deal, or a let down or that a no from disembodied funding bodies controls my fortune. Cose it take a lot out of you to sit there. Id rather be giving the bulk of my energy to what I have here, now.

In this hour.

 There are things I don’t think I will be able to accomplish and particular challenges I can’t even articulate around this project but I’m gonna give it my darndest.  And trust that I am enough. I am enough. I am enough I am enough. I am enough I am enough I am enough I am enough I am enough I am enough.

Dig it.

Love Erica

PS. Jack Frost is right on like a mother fucker can I have your brain? Write me again soon please.