Washing Up on Tour

I haven’t written a blog post for a while, too busy organising a tour, which is something I have never done before. Full details are here:

and here is a link to our final performance in Brighton

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/the-washing-up-tickets-54972263520?aff=ebdssbeac

Alongside the show we are running a series of workshops in Manchester, London and Brighton to engage new audiences and ask them about their washing up habits. We are a bit fixated on teatowels at the moment. How many do you have? What do you do with them? What significance do we have? We hope in include what we find out in our show and through our partnership work with Pavilions, Brighton’s Drug and Alcohol Service Provider, we will be hoping to encourage people with experience of homelessness and addiction recovery to join the regular cast on stage for our final show in Brighton at The Spire on April 3rd @ 7.30pm. The performance is free and we ask people to pay what they think its worth or can afford.

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“We need to feel and be felt by other feeling people” Will Self – Recoverist Manifesto

Here are some participant responses to a three day training on creative approaches in addiction recovery with recoverists and health workers. I ran it as Lead UK artist for European project Art and Social Change with Portraits of Recovery. Its lovely to watch for me, and a validation of my very simple approach which can be summed up as "connect with kindness and have a laugh"

International Overdose Day 2018

31st August is International Overdose Day 2018. small performance adventures collaborated with cascade drama collective and cascade choir to perform a flash mob highlighting overdose and remembering those who have died. We performed at Pavilion Gardens and Churchill Square and are looking to do it again next year as the impact felt profound and important.
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Butterfly and bottle – object stories

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I could tell you about how the donkey represents that part of you that you don’t want anymore and how the marbles are all the little things that have made a difference in your life, but I won’t, because today I want to tell you about the butterfly and the bottle.

TiPP are running a creative evaluation for GMWSA (Greater Manchester Women’s Support Alliance) about women’s experiences and stories of what has made a difference to them in their journeys through the criminal justice system. We have been visiting women’s centres all over Greater Manchester and asking women in groups and as individuals to tell us their stories.

We want this experience to be creative, led by the women and take place in a safe space. This is why we have brought thirty objects with us to all the sessions and used them to unlock stories that women want to tell. The objects free us all a bit, creating new connections, prompting memories and encouraging metaphorical thinking.

I have loved how quickly women relate to these objects and how differently they connect and how much empathy and understanding can be developed when we remove a little bit of focus/pressure from ourselves and place it into inanimate objects.

I thought the easiest way for you to understand the richness of this process and the power of these stories might be to tell you about the butterfly and the bottle. In the one to one sessions, we first ask women to pick an object that represents them in that moment and place it on a large square of paper that is their life. The butterfly has been chosen for different reasons, “it’s me, being free”, “I am a butterfly, I love butterflies and I have butterfly bedding and a butterfly mirror,”, and “the flutterby is me and how I have changed my life in the last five years”. In one of the group sessions it was a symbol of taking responsibility for your actions and then being able to fly. For some women it represented other people “It reminds me of better times, when my dad used to take me to the butterfly house”, “its my daughter who was still born 21 years ago”. For others it was a place “The butterfly is the women’s centre, it is peace”.

The bottle too was interpreted very differently often with connections to alcohol and mental health. “The bottle is my anxiety and depression. It has been overwhelming and I want to put it in a bottle.”, “The bottle shows my relationship with alcohol, I couldn’t go to the shops because I worried I would buy a bottle”. One of the quieter women in a group who apparently does not usually speak up became very animated when she created a story “The bottle is me, its seems empty but it is full of invisible stuff, we need a stone to break it.” Another woman used the bottle twice, once standing up it showed simply that she bottles things up, the second time it was different “the bottle with the stopper off is me beginning to open up and let things out.”

Each of the objects has had its moment in the spotlight and has enabled us to really hear and feel these women’s’ stories and truly see the person in front of us.

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BN1 magazine reviews The Washing Up

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Overjoyed to have another review in BN1 magazine. Here it is or click here

What is art? Is it the issue of the garlanded genius, exhibited in the temples of high culture? Or is it the collective issue of communities, performed in makeshift spaces and dealing with ‘ordinary’ life that, very often, conceals devastating conditions, struggles and sorrows?

It is both, of course, but it is all too easy to place a higher value on the first, dismissing the second as ephemeral and unsophisticated. The Washing Up is a community theatre piece that works, not merely because it is funny, irreverent, restless and inventive, but also because it is driven by ideas and techniques that are richer and subtler than you might at first think.

Twelve non-professional actors offered their ‘research’ on that universal bane ‘the washing up’ via skits, songs and sketches that had kids and adults shouting back in agreement, dissent and common sympathy.

One sketch parodied political tribalism, ending in an audience vote for either ‘the bowl’ or ‘the sink’ technique using pink or yellow gloves. Weaving the show together, the ‘god of washing up’ – dressed in glam-punk top hat and tails – declaimed, ‘I am the alpha and the omega . . . the draining board to your desperation.’

This ‘god’ is reminiscent of the medieval morality play or ancient pagan ceremony. Though written collaboratively, it shows a sophisticated guiding hand at work, just as the striking transition from self-contained skit to individual actor’s testimony does. Suddenly, real voices break through the onstage personas, speaking of family and childhood. We feel, for a few moments, the deep experience and emotional burdens of those onstage, and we realise that this folk art is showing us how we connect, share, witness and heal as we create art in the presence of – and for – one another.

And what could be more valuable than that?

Saturday 26th May, 1.30pm

Manor Gym, East Brighton

Review by Simon Murnau

“ego-free ensemble performance, and the best of people’s theatre” The Washing Up

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Today we can delight you with a review of our performance at #Your Place @Brighton Festival, by Guardian writer Colin Grant.

The great African American playwright, August Wilson designed dramas with the governing principle that they would be “for the people, by the people and near the people”. Wilson aimed to resurrect the standards of the “chitlin circuit” which stretched, not patronised, its working-class audiences, oh and entertained them as well. Something of that spirit and doctrine has infected the creators of The Washing Up, one of my highlights of this year’s Brighton Festival at the Hangleton Community Centre.

This is a joyous and celebratory riff on what on the surface would appear to be a mundane chore, but which is revealed – in the course of a dazzling hour of song, some dance, the beginnings of Alan Bennett-like monologues, and comic/absurdist transformations (for example of people into the unfancied utensils at the back of the drawer never selected for washing) – to be a reflection on the place of washing up in the human psyche. What has been lost in social interactions through the rise of the dreaded dish-washing machine?

With humble input from the director Kate McCoy and writer and lyricist, Nou Ra this is a generous, ego-free ensemble performance, and the best of people’s theatre fit for the Citizens Theatre in Glasgow or Theatre Royal Stratford East, or any venue that wants to see how plays can connect with local people in ways that are challenging, poignant and refreshing. The witty banter is probing and the songs sing. More songs please!

The Washing Up and its long term impact on my mental health – Nou Ra Guest Blog

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The Washing Up  started with a conversation between Nou Ra and Kate McCoy and Nou has written the songs, lots of the written bits and is also performing. She is massively talented and the show would not exist without her. Here is her take on it all.

I have always been a “creative” person. I started writing poems about ‘crystal caverns’ and ‘faeries’ when I was about 7 or 8, and singing little ditties with suitably childish titles like “We’re the Banana People” and “Unicorns are Rainbows”. I continued writing poems that I never read to anybody and I was a closeted singer, I would sing along to sad songs all throughout my youth. I came out the closet and began to sing in a band in my mid 20’s. I say all that to establish that I am not new to creative projects but Theatre is the latest medium I have worked with and my limited experience of theatre has been very “Serious”. Of the two projects I have been involved in, one discussed addiction and recovery and the other, austerity and its effects on the marginalised members of society.  “The Washing Up” project, however, is something I have NO experience of : A Devised Comedy.

Much like social pedagogy, I am still not entirely sure what A Devised Comedy is. (Sorry Robin).  It’s a process of creation by collaboration, well at least that’s what I think it is. I am sure that a real theatre person would have a more in depth explanation for you, But ultimately, it was a group of us coming together and really exploring what the washing up means to us and believe me, it goes deep. Everyone has their own opinion, memories and emotions connected to the simple act of washing dishes. We have had real life arguments about how to wash up. what kind of implement to use, and the age old debate of ‘to rinse….or not to rinse’ has left the room divided, no acting required! But it’s those moments that actually make us closer as a company, because the next thing you know we are joking and laughing about the absurdity of it all. 
One main thing I have learned during this process is about the physicality of comedy and acting. I wouldn’t call my self an actor (yet) but we have learnt an amazing amount of little tricks that actors use, one of my favourites is a warm up where you pretend your on a motorcycle and end up in fits of hysterical laughter. I can laugh on cue! The other thing that I have only finally begun to understand is why its called a ‘Play’ and why the actors are called ‘Players’, Theatre really is about having fun and acting lessons are really just playtime for adults. Over the last few months we have been blessed to have been taught and guided by guest directors, Tanushka Marah , Alex Cooke, Simon Magnuse and , Becca Manley . Each of them have their own unique styles but the constant is that we will be laughing and having fun within the first 10 minutes. A warm up exercise that is a game, will have us all playing along with carefree abandon like children. It’s a great release, and whatever stress or anxieties you may have in life, you get to forget about them for the time you are in class/workshops/rehearsal. I am actually out of my own head, not ruminating over the worry of the day, for those couple of hours. I really wish I had done this years ago. If you are reading this and have ever thought about joining a local drama group, Do It! Seriously, you can thank me later. You too will learn why I can’t look at The Rock, or Tom Hardy, or any big scary looking actor without imagining them playing like children during warm up games or rolling around on the ground pretending to be a garbage truck or a potato, all actors have done that at some point or another, 
However, the main joy I have gotten out of this experience is being able to vent my spleen on how much I hate the washing up and in one scene in particular called “A dirty reminder of the power of the patriarchy” I tackle the arcane and downright disgusting social expectations of ‘the woman should do the dishes’, as I grew up with that as a given in my house, and my bitterness has only grown with me. I hate washing up and by working on a play about it, I have noticed that my partner is finally doing his share. So it’s a win! 
The real take away from this experience is that the only limits to art and creativity are the ones we put on ourselves. Under Kate’s supreme tutelage and wise vision we have created a play about the washing up, which is something I never would have thought possible because………well, it sounds ridiculous! But in the world of theatre it seems, anything is possible, and nothing is ridiculous. 
VIVA LA WASHING UP!