Between rehearsals we’ve been squeezing shoots in. Looking to use more video than last time, which was audio-heavy to be sure. Editing all day yesterday and started to go stir crazy. Here’s a snippet:
illustrating milk wood….
much more to come but if you would like to ‘see’ milkwood (and buy your own little slice of llareggubiness) come along to the Addison rd open day on May 16….or to the Eveleigh Artisans market down at Carriageworks on June 6.
Storyboarding….1st stage….abstract + intuitive
night, bible black….dreams……as the town wakes + blind captain cat…..the bustle of the town during the day…..sloe afternoon….as the town turns to dusk
Cartography
This seems to be the main direction i am exploring in trying to visualise llareggub.
I am looking at mapping the town, based on the text and my own experiences in quirky sleepy little towns…starting with this…. (detail)…
On top of this i am starting to layer other maps – traditional like topography, vegetation, buildings, animals, water, cirulation + transport, movement of the sun and moon and more emotion centric maps like relationships, both fulfilled and unfulfilled, dreams and desires, ghosts, places of procreation (v important to explore Thomas’s cheeky side i think 
) and even more ephemeral things like tea leaf readings and most importantly sounds.
In terms of my own project for uni i will also try and layer maps of sydney, The addison rd center and marrickville and perhaps other townships to identify hidden paths that may in time give a more unique poignancy and relevance to my understanding of this production of UMW.
more to come……
It’s been some time between posts for me. In one moment, detailed in the prior UMW post, everything’s gone on milky overload. How simple it is to swap water for milk, Nat. Creamy, sticky, sweety, pasteurised goodness. Thinking about how the elixir of life would meld (and seep) into the scabby wooden floors of our potential venue. Very well, I believe. Building the scale (and not-to-scale) model of the village Nat and I sketched out across the floor and even up the walls – Zoe meandering in and out of trees, shoreline and town pump. Lots of textures and tones coming out in my brain now. Milky water dregs and curdled cream and blue cheese. Coagulation and renin in a gullet.
In the beginning I wanted her to climb out of a pile of suffocating white ash and dust, now I’d settle for a teacup of warm milk. I’ll give you a snorkle, Zoe? Yes?
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