DAY 17: one week to go.
Knuckling down now; even tempo, plotting transitions between scenes - which are crucial to the rhythm and emotional tempo of the show. Each transition/staging punctuates the scene it leaves, and sets up the scene that comes. Attention to minute detail ensures this goes well. These two and a half meter high and deep structures need to be moved swiftly, often in low light to arrive at a point that needs to be centimeter accurate. Those of us in the cast carrying a little extra weight see it as a workout. By the end of the day, however, the brain is more tired than the body.
We’re at the point in rehearsal where a diary would need to contain spoiler alerts. So I’ll wrap today’s entry without giving too much away.
Tomorrow we start running the acts in costumes.
Dansens hus was lively today, other artists in the corridors, sitting in the café area. Ulf Nilseng and co arrive in a few days - old comrades, working on the other stage. It’s a small community, and I suspect it’s the same, no matter how large the city.
Standing in the shadows of the wings, waiting to go on stage, I was hit with the shock of Trump’s election, again and again. I’m glad we’re making a thing of beauty. It seems like the right response.