Scriffles: To Have Done With God by Frank Productions. Physical Theatre Company from Brisbane.

Dance choreographer and theatre director Jacqui Carroll let me film a rehearsal of Frank Productions' work-in-progress To Have Done With The Judgement of God. It's alternative theatre based on a form out of Japan called The Suzuki Method. Very dramatic. Jacqui and husband, actor/dancer John Nobbs, have been adapting the classics for many years and now have quite a repertoire for their ensemble. The creator of the method Tadashi Suzuki has invited Jacqui to create a piece for his annual festival held in his home town of Toga - quite an honour.
This is hard core training. I've attempted it once. It's designed to bond the body, spirit and voice. This is their first all-male piece.

 

To Have Done With The Judgement of God is a radio play by a French "madman, philosopher, playwright" named Antonin Artaud - John plays Artaud in this piece.

This Frenchman was way ahead of his time - he attacked America as a "baby factory war-mongering machine". The radio station which commissioned him to write it pulled it at the last minute and the censorship raised the hackles of other artists such as film director Jean Cocteau. God is found to be an organ pulled out a corpse on the autopsy table.

BTW: it was a hand-held shoot of a few hours.

Hot sands, hot plates and red skins. Anyone for an umbrella-ella-ella-ella?

To a sunburnt shore,
flock red-skin factions
planting,
umbrella stations.

Cruising ocean souls.
Seek bewdy
Beach uniforms,
Police buggies on beach patrols!

Christian flock stands in the surf, 
Blue wave king hit baptism cheer.
New pitch,
bats and balls,
beach cricket calls.

Japanese gent paddles. Quaint. 
Trousers, suspenders and bare feet.
Sun glints, a revving,
IRB bucks,
The life guard grips the saddle.

Beyond the break, lapping silence shuns the crowds, 
Water fondles,
Boardies chat. Oldies tread.
Salty scrapes and seaweed frowns. 

Sprint the searing sands: Ouch!
Parks and bikes and taps.
Age. Art deco. Pee-pee pew!
Rinsing, changing, asbestos - eek!
Gang of girls flag capes, micro-shorts just cover pubic bones, slurring slang - noice!
Parks. Dogs. Kids. Flags. BBQs.
Close quarters at BBQs,
fatty smell of frying meat.

Early run home.
Jump the traffic,
Tennis, cricket, ABC3.
Steady as she goes.

Scriffles: Asia Pacific Triennial at the Queensland Art Gallery is heaps of fun for kids & grown-ups to share.

Art is a great sport to share with people you love - competitive and collaborative.
At Brisbane's Gallery of Modern Art (GoMA) until April there's the Asia Pacific Triennial. http://qag.qld.gov.au/exhibitions/apt
So much fun: sand drawing, pattern experiments, sculptures, drawings, photography, videos... one afternoon is not enough.

Little guys love it to ... this is what gives me hope for the future of this country ... children's minds are being opened by public programs like this.
It has to improve the collective imagination of the nation.

Here's a video of kids enjoying: Liminal Air Descend, by Japanese artist Shinjo Ohmaki, another example of great tactile art that's being produced these days.

You learn more when you're having fun. You learn when you experiment. So I'm experimenting. I've used GIFs here so maybe they won't show.
And I've used a basic export to get a video file small enough to email to Posterous - hopefully it works.
Fingers crossed. I'm no genius as plenty of people will testify willingly.

Scriffles: Life's a nursery rhyme for an urban lizard. Ol' King Cole's Melon.

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Old King Cole lives at the Gallery of Modern Art, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia.
From the borderlands (ankle-high scrubby garden), an urban reptile scopes the cement plains inhabited by giants. Splat.
"Watermelon!" He whips under the coffee table to suck the juicy morsel. But he blows his cover.
He snatches up his prize and scampers away - gotta be easier than catching flies.
Life's a nursery rhyme for the urban reptile.

Spellcheck. A deer blowing a bubble, apologizing for your incontinence and - oh! - so .s.o.l.e.m.n.i.z.e.d...

The Asia Pacific Triennial closed on the Easter weekend at Queensland's Gallery of Modern Art = GoMA.

Yes, it's my second visit I've blogged about it here once before.

But this time I'm just using one of the artworks the PixCell-Deer by Japanese artist Kohei Nawa to illustrate a cautionary tale for you - beware Spellcheck!

For some reason Nawa's covered a real stuffed deer with plastic or glass bubbles.
Why? Why would he? Because he's an artist. Because he can. My apologies for the Photoshopped artwork - the original looks more like the one below.
I don't know. We'd need to ask him. There's beauty and then there's - Spellcheck!

Imagine you sent out thousands of emails this afternoon to your clients and instead of sending just one email per customer your new program sent out 13 emails to some 40 customers - blood boiling on both sides of the internet.

So you need to "apologize for the inconvenience" of 13 copies of the same email in your in-box.

But then someone emails back "apologize for your incontinence"? "We apologize for your incontinence".

Might as well be looking at a deer blowing bubbles.

Another Spellcheck victim. My friend may never use the word "inconvenience" in an email again.

She never uses the word "solemnize" in emails any more for the same reason. Now every time this marriage celebrant even thinks about writing "solemnize" she writes "legally married" instead to sneak past Spellcheck without disturbing the dear.
Do you know how Spellcheck spells "solemnize"?

What goes with Gommorah?
MY DEER me! Hee-hee. It's kinda beautiful in a horrific way don't you think?

Tim Finn opens Unnerved: The New Zealand Project at GoMA. He really rocked the house. Vid.

This is a 10-minute edit. Was going to work on it but too exhausted so it's a whole 5 minutes long with some art works from the Unnerved show thrown in. It's worth sticking around for the end when they really rock out. Sorry but Flip Cameras obviously aren't great with audio - and the acoustics in the gallery are not good. But how long has it been since you've heard Dirty Creature or I See Red?