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John Britton is a performer, director, improviser and writer who has worked with experimental theater, opera, dance, story-telling, circus and many other varieties of theater. He is the artistic director of the international performers collaborative Duende, and the lead author and editor of Encountering Ensemble, published by Bloomsbury/Methuen. His Celebration Barn workshop (July 28-August 2), Self With Others, is focused on developing the individual within the ensemble.
I got to meet and Skype with John while he was teaching a workshop in Chennai, India. We started by talking about one of his fundamental exercises called “The Ball Game”.
JB: The ball work is very interesting because it always works. People are transformed by it. The ball is just a way without opinion, without content, without narrative, of passing energy from one person to another. It’s just an act of communication.
AT: And the removal of “content” seems to free up…
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The London Olympic Stadium is 53 meters high. This blog had about 190 visitors in 2012. If every visitor were a meter, this blog would be 4 times taller than the Olympic Stadium – not too shabby.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,100 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 18 trips to carry that many people.
After my post at the end of last week i really felt that it was the end and since writing ive ummed and ared whether or not to continue this blog but the thing is that it seems to have come to a natural end. I then ummed and ared about wether to write this but i felt that i owed you an explanation.
The training process has come to an end and my ensemble has dispersed (safely) to foreign climes and although my MA has not yet finished (as my very great friend Becky pointed out) im not sure that I’ll have the time or inclination to write about it when im focusing on writing the MA itself. I think that if i get part way through and i feel that i am missing this blog i can always start a new one, linked of cause but i really do feel that something has ended and with it this blog.
Tomorrow i see John to discuss about the process that has past and what is to come. I am very excited about what he has to say to me but somehow i think its something that is for me only.
I’d like to thank everyone that has read my blog, its been a real thrill to see how my readers have grown (to over 1000) whether or not i know you personally and you read regularly or if you just stumbled across me in cyberspace once. It would be really lovely to hear if you’ve liked this blog and whether I’ve contributed anything to your own musings, but otherwise i really just hope you’ve enjoyed reading.
And so, at the end of the day, all that remains to be said is, for the last time …
So, our last performance and our last day. We warmed up and played the ball game which was, as ever, intresting. I had the sense that i wasnt doing anything but rather my body ‘protected’ / reacted by itself. We then did some physical imprss and a vocal warm up and impro. After dinner we warmed up and ran the show.
I think tonight of all nights all we wanted to do was have fun and be with each other, although it was a little tense before we started. It was very different to Wednesday night but definately better than Thursday. After the show we all ended up in each others arms. It was emotional to say the least.
If we thought last night was emotional and joyous however it was nothing to today. We warmed up, played the walking ball game, did run, walk, stop. Did a few impros but in the end i prefered to watch, i had nothing to give except my love. And finally, for the last time we played the ball game. By the time the last bag was thrown we were all in tears and just stood with each other.
Its not really sunk in that perhaps i will never see some of them again, maybe we will never dance, laugh or cry with each other again but that does not change the fact that each and every one of them has touched something deep inside of me, we have changed and grown together more than i thought posible in 3 months. Im not sure i believe that on monday morning we will not be together, throwing balls in studio 1.
Ensemble 2011. You’ve changed my life. You’ve touched my heart and You will always be a part of my soul.