Thursday, December 8, 2011

Gross Und Klein // Sydney Theatre Company


The painful, awkward and ill-at-ease experiences of an outsider is perfectly and delicately realised in the Sydney Theatre Company's final main stage play Gross Und Klein. Lotte, played by Cate Blanchett is an outsider in every respect - social, societal and even self. She is gauche, bizarre and suspiciously wacko. But she is also terrifically funny, simple and inspires so much empathy that I found myself wondering and worrying about the present state of this fictional character.


"I wonder how she is now", I thought after leaving the theatre. I haven't had this kind of a reaction since seeing Fellini's Nights of Cabiria the very first time. In fact, the final scenes from that film and the final scene from this play struck a similar chord. With Cabiria's final glance into the camera and Lotte's final lines and her walking back into the blackness of the world, they both let us know that circumstances may not be ideal but they are going to be just fine.


Both characters stand on the fringes of society and Lotte even more so but she never lets that get in the way of her unyielding desire to connect with other human beings. This connection is something we all crave for even if it is only brief and shared with a complete stranger but rarely do we act on it unless it is accidental. Lotte on the other hand is very deliberate in her interactions, nothing is accidental and sometimes it even feels like she's trespassing over a tenuous social boundary. From the very first scene we feel we are an accomplice to an intruder. She eavesdrops over a conversation of two "philosophers" and even physically trespasses into a couple's bedroom. This trespassing persists throughout the play but the people Lotte disturbs become more and more unwelcoming. 


This is a sad story but comedic moments punctuates the play and the laughs are sometimes uncomfortable and even feel unsure. It's funny to see a grown woman dance awkwardly across the stage wearing a shimmery, gold dress but then it feels a tad sad as well. Like a stand up comedian going through divorce and cracking jokes about married life.


One of the strengths of the play comes from its thoughtful visual design. Alice Babidge's costumes are timeless and does not indicate a particular time or place. This could be set in any decade. It could be set in Germany or Australia, it doesn't really matter. The costumes serve a universal purpose that smartly takes the attention away from itself. Costuming is a language that can sometimes speak too loud or too weakly. Thankfully, Babidge finds the right balance. Although there is one costuming choice that feels out of place. Not Blanchett's gold dress but Sophie Ross' tube dress that barely covers her and makes her look like she came in from a night out at King's Cross. To be fair though, that's exactly what the character was supposed to be.


Johannes Schutz' set design is clever, functional and bold without overpowering the actors. There's a white beam going across the stage that serves several purposes throughout the play from waiting room seats to a faux catwalk. The clean geometry of furniture, props and their placement on the stage reflect a modernist feel. The sets are reduced of unnecessary clutter and details. It feels so restrained and empty that it's as if the space is visualising the cruel, cold commands of modern living.


Lotte is shoved around this cruel environment and though it feels empty she seems to inhabit the space as humbly and as pleasantly as she can make it.



Directed by Benedict Andrews from the Botho Strauss play and translated by Martin Crimp.

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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

How to spend a dreary day

































  I woke up to a gloomy and sunless day today.  
  No worries because I have writing,  
  reading, tea-drinking, Christmas decorating  
  and DVD watching to keep the blues away.  

  How do you spend days like these?  









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Saturday, December 3, 2011

COFA Annual Exhibition Part 2 (in black and white)










































  More photos from The 2011 COFA Annual Exhibition,  
  this time in black and white.  


  Drawings I don't understand.  
  Ceramics I want to touch.  
  Sculptures that are hauntingly bizarre.  
  Jewellery you want to steal.  

  Information about the artists and designers here.  





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Thursday, December 1, 2011

COFA Annual Exhibition


The College of Fine Arts (COFA) Annual Exhibition was so wonderful and showcased works from students majoring in areas such as textiles, painting, ceramics, etc. I'm transferring to do a Bachelor of Design there next year (fingers crossed my transfer application is successful) since I didn't really find that the Media course was right for me. I'm thinking of majoring in either graphics, textiles or environments/spatial design. I'm contemplating on becoming a set designer for film, TV and theatre.


Looking at all the fantastic work made by the Fine Arts graduates I'm contemplating on doing that program too. One problem though. I don't want to be a starving artist. I like to eat.


Link to information about the artists and designers here.



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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Op Shop Mini Haul


I went with my friend to the College of Fine Arts annual exhibition today. Made me even more excited about going there to study design next year. I will post up pictures from there later. 

We also went op shopping afterwards and ended up buying these red wine Gap trousers which is way too long for me because I'm a shorty pants. It will look good folded up which will be perfect for summer. I also purchased a copy of Jane Eyre and Oscar Wilde Plays. They're both so battered (which means they were well-loved) and the pages are yellow and have that lovely old book smell. 

In a second-hand bookshop head to the back, find the old books with dust undisturbed and woren off covers for these cloth true treasures.”

- Rachel Hall

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Monday, November 28, 2011

Norwegian Wood and marginalia


Reading as a little boy I always wondered why there were blank pages at the end of books. Wikipedia offers us a technical explanation. Those blank pages are a result from the convention of printing books in large sheets of paper and therefore sometimes one or several pages are left intentionally devoid of content at the end. 

When I was ten years old however, I concluded that those pages were meant to be written on for the reader. Sometimes I would write alternate endings for books. For someone like me who was left utterly depressed by the endings of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, I found joy in writing a happier conclusion for the Baudelaire triplets. 

Or I would play pretend-critic and wrote what I thought about the book or noted down chapters and pages that I know I would want to revisit later on. 

Now I've moved away from writing solely on the end pages and now habitually write on the margins of all pages in the book, underlining quotes, writing of-the-moment reactions (usually immature) or just thoughts inspired by the writing. 

It made reading an active experience which is an essential part of this pastime. This is important especially for younger generations who are used to media acting as interactive spaces for them. 


I found this act particularly useful when I read Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood. A deeply saddening story about damaged, fragile minds. I found myself angered, depressed, amused and frustrated and writing about my thoughts was completely liberating. His writings are so beautiful that so many passages bore the underlines signifying their amazingness.  Murakami writes in a way that even the descriptions of the most banal object, character or setting can instigate a cleansing weeping session in one's room. It's like his words are stained with melancholy.

He is also quite blunt. He declares a character's death as if he was proclaiming the day's weather. The first sentence of the last chapter was written so plainly I had to re-read it several times to grasp what it actually meant despite its simple statement. A combination of shock and mournfulness swallowed me and I had to close the book to give me time to breathe. It was the first sentence of that chapter.

The characters are colourful, dark or just plain bizarre and they go in and out like ghosts. Once you start reading about one you end up forgetting about the others until you are jolted back to them.

Murakami is also a master of time. The narrative would weave the past, the present and the near future so seamlessly. It feels tightly constructed without being too antiseptic. 

If you have ever been interested in human beings and their minds and feelings, then please don't neglect reading this. 


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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Sculptures By The Sea at Bondi Beach // Part 2



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