Performance - Notes

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Performance is important in my family. It's how we tell each other how we feel. I know when to speak, and when to finish. Expression is welcomed.

On Monday, I haunted Instagram with a first reading of “The Museum of Loneliness” (kind of a tiny, gothic screen-play) with some ghostily magic piano music that I composed the night before. 

It's hard for me to tell even my close friends, let alone my family how I feel. Sometimes when I do talk, it's a barrage of words and the unlucky recipients are confused and afraid by my raving. I feel embarrassed after I have been honest. Is it better not to speak?

I'm learning by doing my Monday lives. Meanwhile, dreaming of, and remembering performances is valuable. Performance is where I practise my disciplines, intention, skills of time-keeping, focusing on one mood for long enough for people to get it before switching and seeing how the audience is responding. I miss these things about live performance. I have some news about a show in Spring, but meanwhile, there's Mollusc Mondays.