Towards the creation of work in a Music Theatre Platform
Workshop with Katie Duck and Sharon Smith
Saturday 15th May 2020 | 1pm-6pm
For dancers, actors and performance artists.
I have been teaching since I began to perform professionally in the mid 70’s.
I guide performers through physical exercises that highlight how the eyes and ears affect movement choices. I use lecture materials from my research (The developmental Brain – “Why we learn to walk”) alongside exercises and games to engage the student physically, exploring emotions, feelings, intuition and empathy as a means to support “Dance and/or creative movement is fancy walking”.
I extend the workshop towards improvisation sessions by setting a fictional front in the studio space and then declare this as a platform to choose pause, flow or exit. I highlight how the limit of these three choices can already provide the frame for a composition to take place, and that misunderstanding, coincidence, real time, interactivity, messiness and inspiration are basic in a creative process.
“Tell the brain to tell the mind to shut up — body obey me”
ABOUT THE ARTISTS
I am a performer maker and teacher since the early 1970’s. I live in and love Amsterdam. I have worked with musicians, dancers, performance aritst’s and actors internationally for 40 years. I am a female traveling through time warps past to present day as witness and participant. Distressing events occur daily with sport metaphors defining winners and losers tucking our feelings in a pocket of our consciousness until eventually panic attach grips the spirit and anything social seems beyond reason. The human condition to feel what we see and hear is numbed, boxed away in the normal. Emotions are messy. Creativity is messy. My life my work is messy.
My name is Sharon Smith. I am a performance maker and a performer and sometimes I teach and write. I live in Berlin. I am part of the arts collective Gob Squad and have been collaborating with them since 2007. I am a feminist. I often have a sense of being unrepresented in the-real-world-out-there. Language often doesn’t serve me well, words fall short of what I think I mean. Words serve to mask what it is I am trying to say. And because/in spite of this, I write.