bitten by winter

A while since my last post, and not for want of something to write. It has been an age, and not of reason. We have moved the rehearsals into the Northcote Townhall, fleeing the cold and loving the spring loaded wooden floors. So we move "up" in the world, but transcend sideways also. At the very last minute i decided to not submit the project for Fringe. The reasons for this are extensive, but suffice to say it was a bad feeling that tipped the balance. Now i am in a state of questioning - the time, the venue, the work itself. It would be a lie to say that a firm hand graps this vessel in the storm. I am constantly plagued by issues of self doubt - why and for what am i doing this? Am i just wasting everybody else's time? Some days this hovers in the background, other days it brings a goat who kicks my fence.

An inspection of an alternative venue is in the pipe. I will not get to see it until next week (Monday, i hope), but i have all but made up my mind. It has nothing to do with Dante's, but is perhaps a sort of letting go, an Jobian release and giving oneself over to the night. The prospective space is an old barracks garage in Fitzroy. It needs a solid clean and would demand certain leg work a professional space brings, but i am attracted by these 'shortcomings'. I also feel an urge to abandon the use of artificial light - a couple of specials might be essential, but candles (hand held and fixed loci) may do the trick. We have gone more and more lo-fi, yet the special effects get more and more difficult to make. Rice may fall from the rafters. A psychlorama is now a required set element. I am exhausted today - sleep and dreams only make it colder. I should go. Adieu.