Andy and Polly, my friends and commiserates, have developed "Exposures," the most wonderful show which provides:
A) A great opportunity to fine tune your skills with a camera, and
B) An excellent excuse to spend a day in Brighton. (If you haven't been already, you will love it.)
Their Shoreham show "The Day Trip" last July was one of the most unique and invigorating theatrical experiences I've had outside of the Edinburgh Fringe. They make shows for adventurers - the audience member/sleuth who can seek out beauty in unexpected places. This is what theatre is for - making us more inquisitive, more courageous as Humans. Giving us a better idea of everything a term like "Live" can really encompass.
ttp://www.myvillage.com/brighton/arts-theatre-Exposures.htm
On the topic of Liveness and Photography - I had the strangest and most illuminating dream last night. In my dream, someone told me very authoritatively that a photograph was 0001 of death because it was a moment that was still - unmoving - and whoever is photographed is a ghost. (Regardless of whether or not they are still alive.) This seemed incredibly meaningful when I woke up, and hey, still is in a way that I can not quite articulate, but looking around my room at all of my very old photographs of people long dead who I will never meet (which I collect) and the somewhat more recent photographs of people I have met and love (which I don't collect, but I do gather) I am suddenly struck by how the eerily similar the two categories are. What a strange and surreal thing photography is when you think about it - if a living cell is continually moving and changing, what are these still "captured" parts of life? With a word we use as casually as "capture" what do we really mean? Is there some part of life and movement and change that is trapped in these images and continues to haunt them?
Okay, okay, so there's a little bit of dreamy sub logic to bring into your very Alive experience of wandering around Brighton taking pictures. Truly, Andy and Polly's work is a treat and you'd be a sucker to miss out on it. Maybe we'll see each other there! I'll be the one who is terrified to take any photos and keeps muttering about how she doesn't want anything to be "trapped."
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