Somebody sleeping in the corner of my dressing room.

Nov. 4th  2017

A black box.  That’s how most theatre studio spaces are described – and indeed, that is what they usually are:  a box.  Painted black.  Within which one tries to create a little bit of magic.

That’s what I’ve been performing This Evil Thing in, these last few weeks – black boxes – apart from the few schools, where I’ve been perched rather high on an old-fashioned-style stage looking down on the students below…and then, a complete one-off, on Friday 27th October – the Eastern Lady Chapel of Bristol Cathedral, ancient, ornate, multi-coloured, with an altar of course, and a carpet, on which I set the crates in readiness to perform the play as one of the events running alongside the ‘Refusing To Kill’ exhibition (focusing on Bristol’s WW1 conscientious objectors).

This Evil Thing at Bristol Cathedral

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