The Glow
The Glow begins in an asylum. An unnamed woman who does not eat or sleep or speak is forgotten by her peers and captors. She is discovered by a spiritualist medium, ‘a prominent woman’
The Glow begins in an asylum. An unnamed woman who does not eat or sleep or speak is forgotten by her peers and captors. She is discovered by a spiritualist medium, ‘a prominent woman’
It seems only appropriate that my first in-person cultural experience after a year at home and on-line should be a Jo Spence retrospective. At a moment when we are all considering our identities in
We have been living through months of online-intensity. Since the beginning of lockdown in late March, most of us have moved our lives into the virtual sphere, seeing 3-D humans less and less, communicating
Uncle Vanya, Ghosts and When the Crows Visit There is a long history of contagion as a metaphor for the proliferation of desire in theatre. In Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, Benvolio advises Romeo to
43 Gordon Square, Birkbeck, University of London 6th June 2019 ‘Conversations on Care and/in the Community’ invited researchers and writers from a number of disciplines to engage in a series of conversations surrounding these
Conversations on Care and/in the Community 12.30 – 6.30 Keynes Library, 43 Gordon Square, Birkbeck, University of London 6th June 2019 Experiences and practices of care have changed dramatically in the past three decades.
The Death and Performance Symposium at Sick! Theatre Festival, University of Salford Being seen ‘Death’, Steve Eastwood suggests, ‘is the final representational taboo.’ He is talking about his film Island, a documentary which he
Bryony Kimmings is talking to her critical inner voice. ‘Haven’t we seen enough theatre shows about metal mothers?’ it says with a leer. It’s a man’s voice, specifically the voice of a male theatre
In many ways, director Rebecca Frecknall’s retelling of Summer and Smoke, which recently ended its west end run at the Duke of York’s Theatre, was masterful. Frecknall took a rarely staged work by
I ended last month by suggesting that we need works of art which strip illness bare of its metaphors and give truth value to both its social conditions and the testimonies of those affected.