So last week, Zoe came up to the mountains house to learn lines for three days straight. After waking up a couple of times, both of us dreaming of nothing but milk wood words, she’s pretty much got it down.
Down at Mini Ha Ha:
The Reverend Eli Jenkins, busy on his morning calls, stops outside the Welfare Hall to hear Polly Garter as she scrubs the floors for the Mothers’ Union Dance to-night.
Listen to the audio:
http://www.vanessainminiature.com/projectwords/audio/pollyscrubs.mp3
Fishermen grumble to their nets. Nogood Boyo goes out in the dinghy _Zanzibar_, ships the oars, drifts slowly in the dab-filled bay, and, lying on his back in the unbaled water, among crabs’ legs and tangled lines, looks up at the spring sky.
NOGOOD BOYO (Softly, lazily)
I don’t know who’s up there and I don’t care.
Listen to the audio:
http://www.vanessainminiature.com/projectwords/audio/fishing.mp3
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……
olafur eliasson…..sensory genius
Check out this video of the water
Lips is a penny.
Hello 2010. It’s already February, holy crap. To welcome in the newish year, some video from our workshops. I’ve been experimenting (as you’ll know if you’ve been following along) with cartography extensively. Paintings blend with high res maps scans from old Welsh tour guides (read most bizarre and invigorating extracts below). Also been playing with dust/dusk – see below. And finally, Bessie Bighead (even though she was looking all the time) – beloved amongst her beloved cows.
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?
Milk
it makes me sick actually but its taken up lodgement in my brain
milkwood…don’t cry over spilled milk…milk chocolate…milk a cow…breast milk…milk solids…sour milk…mother’s milk…milk tea…Land of milk and honey…the milk of human kindness…milky way…glass of milk…to milk…milkbar…milkshake…milkman…milkbottle…milk paint…powdered milk…moo juice…soy milk…milk mustache…
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