Here I am again, in Sheffield, in a black studio, ready to start something new, ready to get on a new journey. Ready to create a new piece. Simple beginning and good result at the end of the day. I think so...
I haven’t been in Sheffield for 6 months. I arrived at 16:43 at Sheffield train station on that sunny, hot Sunday afternoon. Sad, excited, worried, happy, alone, full of thoughts, good attitude and ready to meet Charlotte to go for a pint and exchange our first bit of information. What has happened? Holidays, changing plans, arranging houses, flats, plants. Nice chat, good to see Charlotte again, feels like we are ready to do something. In some way...
This morning we all met in front of the studio, having a first chat about what we will or might do. We know one thing, we don’t really know where it is going to take us, there is an idea but is it really the one we want to show? What will this show be about?
We did a warm up together. Nice to connect with everybody again. This time just Charlotte, Patrycja and Matt. After couple of minutes I realized that it is quite a good combination of people gathered in one room. Good spirits, talented people! Shortly I began to think how my body is going to take it (I haven’t been doing much for 2 months), how I will feel as soon as I will start to move. Properly :)
We did some improvisations just to get us moving, to get use to each other, our bodies, abilities, thoughts even. Having in mind that we don’t know what to expect from all of it we just began to dance. or me began to dance more, Patrycja and Matt jamming, looping sounds, changing rhythms, speed, mood. Surprising me and my actions. Charlotte giving information to all of us from the outside. I stop, they play, I don’t want to move anymore, I am allowed to say that it’s enough. I want to go on, they resist to play. I look at Patrycja, she doesn’t respond to my question. Maybe Matt will help me. He presses a button on his looping machine, rhythm start to appear. I begin to move again. After an hour the mood shifts completely. A moment of total exhaustion comes – I don’t need to act it and play it out. It is just there. Am tired, fed up, sweaty, can’t stand on my legs anymore. I decide to sit on the chair. Charlotte puts a track of Max Richter (probably “Sarajevo” from his brilliant “Memoryhouse” album). She asks Patrycja and Matt to play on top of it. Getting loud, good loud. The sound of the violin is so blessing, the voice of a singer so strong. I am sitting and crying. Did not think that it would finished that way. Too tried to hold myself together. Didn’t happen. I just went with it. Maybe that is the result of the performance. You do it, you sit and rest, you think of what happen, you cry that is over, you cry because you are happy.
I am happy of today. It seems like 6 hours of exploring stuff brought a lot and raised quite a lot of interesting questions. How do we communicate on stage? Do we built the piece up to then make it fall apart? Do the musicians move? Where do we break? Do we? At least we know one thing... less is more, and the more is beautiful but broken down. Roll on day two!
Janusz