Sensing Spaces – Royal Academy of Arts

What to choose first?

Other than loosing myself completely to my sensible reactions on the atmospheres presented, I noticed two distinct things.
One, I became very aware of my almost obsessive search for light sources. After a few minutes of entering the space I would get my camera out and start a slow dance with the space, completely loosing track of time and social appearances. Initially creating a very intimate and privately secluded macro space within the space presented.
Secondly, I started to notice how rushed the human race is. Taking time is not so much a luxury as it seems to be a dissatisfaction. When stepping into any of the spaces it is up to the spectator to sense through sound, smell, touch, sight, abilities that seem to be numbed for a lot of us. Frustration is overlooked as an sense, which makes us rush through the spaces, demanding to be entertained. All these expectations of myself and others left me strangely pleasantly irritated.

Time keeps fascinating. Dare and you might find yourself slap bang in the centre.

Go and sense!

Till the 6th of April 2014 @ Royal Academy of Art, London.
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Blurred Lines – Carrie Cracknell

blurred_lines_poster_1On 13 February I went to see the play Blurred Lines by Carrie Cracknell in The Shed, London.

Damn it!

Three feet under in a matter of seconds. Simple words, clear set, everyday clothing costumes, harassing lights, catchy beats and I’m stuck. I can’t escape. In one way or another you’ll recognize the performed. Question: question femininity. How not to put words in anyone’s mouth, but still trying to say the thought out loud? Dare!

In a fluent rhythmic motion the roles of the characters were passed on between the actresses telling us many sides of this story, the story of value. It hurts to see how easily emotions are swept of the table as a non-valid argument, how women get to hear over and over “get a grip, don’t be so hormonal!” and how the little constant things make you confused and doubtful on what choice to make.

It must have been frustrating as a man to watch this piece because it seems that they are pointed out as the big disruptors in women’s life’s, but a few minutes into the play it becomes very clear that it is not pointing a finger at man: It is pointing to everyone who takes it upon themselves to disrespect another human being, male or female.

blurred lines set photoANNE•Mind you, it still wasn’t a joyful piece to watch since there are so many mistakes made out in the world and they chose to show us a lot of them, but it was clear from the start of the piece, even the flyer, that what you see is what you get. Just before the piece ended it threw in a nice twist in which the audience got totally confused whether the play had finished or not. To every painful side there was a humorous side, and it was this contrast of strengths that made you watch till the very end.

set photo by ANNE•     Keep an eye out for this production and its creators!