Patrycja - After Portugal

7 weeks divided into fazes. Different places on the map of Europe, different places on the map of mind, different places on the map of sound.
Balance between clarity and confusion.
Measuring profits.
Singular measure, singular image, singular sound measure.
Developing consciousness of singularity.

Silent mentors.( Thank God they exist!)

Incredible, overwhelming power of TALKING.
I am ready to DO again.
To filter important words from pretentious bullshit.

I am stilling from Scott “to organise yourself” and “survival”.
(got the feeling that sometimes half of energy simply goes to organising yourself in the situation you are in)
It s all about survival.
It’s about rebel as well.

Lesson of patience.

Simple joyful moments of sonic games.
Moments when music is the main essence of action, not only an accompaniment.
Blured border between “real” musicians and the others.
The musical potential of shitty casio keyboard, wooden ikea box, piece of paper…etc.(nothing new, but still… entertaining)

Reluctance of dancing, “throwing shapes”.
Rather still pictures, soaked in sound and silence.

Workshop about conceptualism, form, picture, structure, building, deconstructing, stripping of.
Trying to store everything I’ve witnessed in my brain safely, so I can use it (OR NOT) in the future.

Useful laboratory.
But after laboratory I have a big appetite to take part in some sort of loud and colourful project with costumes, outrageous wigs and faked moustaches , full bodied characters and big, fat, narrative story in it, and loads of messy props …and a harp…or something…frivolous like thatJ

(I guess I am not exactly a “theatre purist”)

P.K