Poetry review – Spilt Ends by Claire Williamson

Split Ends by Claire Williamson cropQuestions about family run like a vein, or a seam of quartz, through Claire Williamson’s pamphlet Split Ends. She guides through the catacombs of her search for her biological parents and what this means in terms of identity, at times head on as in She Thought Her Father was a Butcher and Red Herrings, at others at a slant that seems full of glinting motes.

Split Ends by Claire WilliamsonOf the latter, Minotaur sent shivers through me. Elegantly told, this is both a lament and expression of hope. In the poem’s most chilling moments, the bull-headed creature of the title speaks of the “seven petrified children” brought as food, then being devoured only by each other in the desperate hunger of the dark. Including a glimpse of young Icarus adds a wonderful spark to the poem’s ending.

In other poems we’re offered a portrait of grandparents – the grandfather “who taught us kids to read a clock”, and the grandmother, described through the poignant details of the house she made “a home.” In After the Hanging, we meet Williamson’s brother, and feel her pain as she writes of his suicide with an extraordinarily raw beauty.

Others glow with Williamson’s love for her daughters, and touch on the pain of separation by “cross winds, no rest-stops,/ hard shoulder, the motorways.”  Continue reading

Book review – The Bees by Laline Paull

The BeesThe beautiful book is one of the most unusual tales I’ve read. Told entirely from the point of view of a single bee, Flora 717, it encompasses a whole life and society, from the confines of a hive to the surrounding orchard and beyond.

Flora is a sanitation bee – the lowest caste of her community, assumed by all to be without voice and without thought. When she learns to speak, she finds herself overcoming the preconceptions and prejudice of her sisters to rise through the ranks, and gradually comes to understand the politics and hidden dangers of her home.

The Bees is an exhilarating read – initially somewhat claustrophobic but expanding as Flora’s perceptions develop. The first time she experiences flight is a wonder that may leave you breathless, while her encounters with treacherous wasps and the ‘myriad’ are as enlightening to us as to Flora herself. Continue reading

Film review – No Idea Complete

No Idea Complete Dan Martin framed in doorway

Dan Martin, No Idea Complete

A man enters a warehouse and immediately begins to dance. Standing framed within a doorway, Dan Martin’s movements are immediately arresting, as he twists his torso and limbs, and the notes from a piano pour over him – like water, like light.

No Idea Complete is elegant film that brings together a harmony of music, dance and location. Our focus is on three exceptional dancers who each bring their own blend of experience and talent to scenes they embody as solitary beings, their only company the shifting sounds that bleed in and out, adding texture and atmosphere. Jo Butler’s original piano composition weaves around the dancers, whose feet and hands add occasional percussion.

To me it felt like a haunting, with Dan Martin, Luke Antysz and Sara Mather playing the role of the ghosts. These are the people who have been here before, who have left an impression of themselves on the air – I almost expected incomers to walk through them, none the wiser.

No Idea Complete is a title open to interpretation, but I like the idea that it is an allusion to each life that passes through a space. It is a rare person who finishes living before moving on. In a sense, we are all destined to become ghosts.

In one brief sequence, Sara appears on a staircase executing stunningly exquisite ballet moves, her expression contemplative.

Dan brings a different speed to the mix, at times angst-ridden, at others content. Luke is perhaps the most ethereal, glimpsed fleetingly as he springs, cavorts, spins, then disappears.

No Idea Complete Luke Antysz1

Luke Antysz, No Idea Complete

The setting at Paintworks Bristol itself has a distinct presence, as the dancers appear framed by brickwork, wood and metal, within sweeping spaces or in silhouette.

The power of the three individuals, each self-contained within their own space, is a phenomenal thing, building quietly with the music to a silent crescendo whereby each holds the camera’s gaze in a moment of stillness that is utterly compelling.

Director: Grant Pollard (Films Gb)
Producer: Polly Crockett Robertson (3rd Stage Dance).

The premiere of No Idea Complete was on Sunday, 13th March 2016 at 6pm on Big Screen Bristol, Millennium Square. During 2016, it will be screened in London, Paris, Seville, Cadiz, New York and Nashville. Find details of future events at 3rdstagedance.com.

Are you an artist or do you know an artist who would like to be showcased on SkyLightRain.com? Get in touch at judydarley (at) iCloud.com. I’m also happy to receive reviews of books, exhibitions, theatre and film. To submit or suggest a review, please send an email to judydarley (at) iCloud.com.

Off-Centre Innovations

Relics by Peter Ford

Relics by Peter Ford

Half way down a quiet residential street in south Bristol, Off-Centre Gallery is an unexpected discovery. Open by appointment and only on certain days of the week, it takes a bit of determination to gain access, but it is well worth the effort.

Climb two steep flights of stairs and you’ll reach a pair of rooms that flood with light on even the gloomiest February or March day, and exude a sense of contentment. It’s the kind of space where you can feel at home within moments.

Peter Ford, Feb2016

Artist Peter Ford, February 2016

This is no doubt at least in part to do with the artwork layering the walls, stacked in glass cabinets and swinging gently from the ceiling or in front of windows. Sculpted from handmade paper or printed using salvaged or sought out surfaces, they represent almost a lifetime’s worth of explorations by artist Peter Ford.

In the room to the left of the stairs, two comfortable chairs invite you to sit and take in the art around you – and all the shades, textures and forms it encompasses. My attention is immediately drawn to an arrangement of repeating images labelled Office Work, which Peter later explains were printed from a metal plate made for commercial printing, to advertise a bank, dating from the 1950s. In Peter’s world, nothing is without potential for creating a new work of art.

The first time I visited Off-Centre was during an art trail several years ago, when I was attracted by a number of prints Peter had carried out using scraps of fabric he’d found by a Chinese river. The idea of printing from so many different sources intrigued me. At first I thought the forms I was seeing were the fabric itself, painted and collaged.

Peter came to his investigative form of printing after realising that the fumes from etching could be hazardous, but had come to etching many years earlier in an equally serendipitous way. Wanting to train as an artist but aware of his father’s disapproval, the young Peter came to “a compromise” and instead qualified as a teacher of Art and English. He continued to create artwork in his own time. “Several people told me my drawings reminded them of etchings, which interested me.”

When the opportunity arose, through his art teaching, to learn etching, Peter was immediately captivated. “At the time I was living in a commune in Ramsgate, Kent, and there was space for an etching press, so I bought one, and began experimenting.”

It was the beginning of a new phase in Peter’s artistic life.

In his mid-30s, Peter retired from teaching so he could devote himself full time to his art. “It was a liberation.”

Bringing together his two early loves, Peter soon devised a form of text art, taking a single word and typing it in shades and shapes that accentuated the meaning. “Using a typewriter I made three books, each based around a single word – Innovative, Strong or Challenging.”

A collection of crosses and zeros become an artwork titled Migration. The fact these symbols have come to mean kisses and hugs in today’s text-speak gives the piece an extra layer of meaning speaking about alienation and loss.

Migration by Peter Ford, cropped

Migration by Peter Ford, cropped

But another obsession was taking hold, and before long Peter has gained an expertise in creating intricate bookplates – decorative typographical labels intended to be pasted into books to denote the owner.

Organisations, including Bristol Museum and Art Gallery, began commissioning him to create bookplates to commemorate periods in their history, or represent their different departments. As his reputation grew, Peter received invitations to exhibit in Beijing and Łódź, Poland, as well as to curate an exhibition at the RWA in Bristol.

By this time, Off-Centre Gallery already existed, initially called Hard Times Gallery, with a tagline reading: “Hard to Find – Open Odd Times”!

The gallery gave Peter an opportunity to bring Polish and Russian print works to the UK, showcasing the work that drew his attention.

In the meantime, he’d realised that working with the chemicals used to etch metals was threatening his health and he developed an alternative way of working using found materials, such as “discarded kitchen equipment, things I see in charity shops or find in the street – bits that have dropped off other things.” With an ability to see the potential in all kinds of objects, Peter then transforms the items and uses them to create bold graphic images. The repeating motifs shown in the artwork below, he tells me, is made from “a flattened out cheese grater – those things that look like insects with four legs, that’s where I cut into the metal to enlarge some of the shapes.”

Peter had already begun making paper, developing different means of creating impressions. One of my favourites is this lunar landscape created by falling raindrops rebounding against the surface of pulped paper.

Handmade paper sculpted by falling rain close up

Handmade paper sculpted by falling rain, cropped

“I get my ideas partly through the materials I use,” Peter says. “When I started making paper in the mid-1990s I mainly stopped making figurative artworks and my creations became far more abstract.”

He admits to a passion for “fiddling about with materials – I like the combination of brain and hand, discovering what I’m doing as I do it.”

Recent projects include Peter’s Pulse series, which began as a single work of text art he created using ink and a pencil eraser he’d carved into. “The word PULSE is printed 4 times before re-inking and then repeating this so that a rhythmic pattern is created across the whole page,” he explains. “This first one was created during my time as artist-in-residence at Ningbo Art Museum, near Shanghai. I decided to do the same process with the Chinese characters for Pulse.”

Today Peter has nine of these complementary works – in English, Greek, Japanese, Russian, Korean, Hindi, Arabic, Hebrew and Chinese, each in its own script.

To me, that sums up Peter’s approach, in which the whole world represents a potential work of art – the trick is to identify what to collect, and what to hold onto.

Find Peter Ford at www.peterford.org.uk or make an appointment to visit Off-Centre Gallery, 13 Cotswold Road, Bristol, BS3 4NX by calling 0117 239 6784 or sending an email to peteraford@icloud.com.

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Book review – Reasons She Goes To The Woods by Deborah Kay Davies

Reasons She Goes To The WoodsShared in vibrant, powerful single-page snapshots, Reasons She Goes to the Woods is the story of Pearl, a girl with a curiosity about life, nature and the possibilities of her own self that is both savage and familiar.

The brevity of each missive gives it a startling potency, as each compact and perfectly precise little tale builds up the atmosphere of a childhood riddled with darkness and wonderment. Pearl is a formidable character, unflinching in her examination of the world. Becoming her friend is something of a trial by fire as she strives for dominance over each child who comes into her life, not least her baby brother, The Blob.

Pearl is a succinct reminder of the wilderness we explore of childhood. She seems to feel no fear, a factor that’s clearly part of her hold over others, as we encounter her unconscious allure as much through their responses to her, than through the actions she chooses to take.

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Poetry review – Learning to Make an Oud

Learning to make an oudI have an ever increasing respect for poets. The skill and confidence to reduce an emotion, a story or an entire history to a few sparse stanzas is breathtaking. I recently re-read Ruth Padel’s simmering collection Learning to Learning to Make an Oud in Nazareth, which takes in Middle Eastern politics, culture and religion with a deftness I aspire to.

From generously crammed paragraphs to glimmering non-rhyming couplets, the poems examine the richness of beliefs in conflict with uncommon grace and intensity.

In the title poem, we’re walked through the steps of making a traditional musical instrument, and in Padel’s clear, thoughtful words, the act becomes unexpectedly sensual: “He damascened a rose of horn/with arabesques/as lustrous as under-leaves of olive”.

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Let’s talk about death, baby

Death the human experienceWhat are your thoughts about death? Do you think of it freely, with curiosity or turn from it with dread? The current exhibition at Bristol Museum and Art Gallery invites us to face our fears and explore the myths and realities surrounding our eventual expiration.

death: the human experience is an unexpectedly beautiful, contemplative exhibition, displaying archaic associations with death (from an exquisite death’s head hawk moth to a Victorian mourning dress. There are insights into burial practices across the world, including a piece on ‘sky burials’, examples of items left at gravesides and buried with the deceased, and a cheeringly rambunctious Ghanaian coffin shaped like a lion.

You can listen to funeral and mourning songs from a variety of cultures, admire memorials intended to honour the dead or display how well they were loved, and perhaps reconsider or identify your own attitudes to these rituals, and what’s important to you personally.

The subject matter is handled sensitively and thought-provokingly, with special separate sections where you can consider darker aspects such as infant mortality and cannibalism, with small doors to open on exhibits that may be especially distressing. For me the mortuary table from a former Bristol hospital was a more sobering sight – something about its clinical contours just seemed very cold. There are also videos of commentaries for and against assisted suicide, which tackles the important issue of quality of life.

Whatever your feelings on death when you enter, I think you’ll emerge able to speak about death more readily – this is an aspect of life we’ll all experience at some point, whether as the deceased or as a mourner, and being able to talk about it can only help.

As the Mark Twain quote emblazoned on one wall states: “I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”

What a curiously comforting idea.

death: the human experience runs at Bristol Museum and Art Gallery until 13 March 2016. Visitors are invited to pay what they feel the exhibition is worth.

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Theatre review – A Girl is a Half-formed Thing

Aoife Duffin in A Girl is a Half-formed Thing1 Credit Mihaela Bodlovic

Aoife Duffin in A Girl is a Half-formed Thing © Mihaela Bodlovic

Sweeping us from the days before birth deep into a girl’s life, Annie Ryan’s adaptation of Eimear McBride’s award-winning novel for The Corn Exchange Theatre is a formidable journey. The adaptation itself is a work of mastery – at no point do we exit the inner narrative of the half-formed girl, instead experiencing everything that comes her way with visceral intensity.

To accomplish this, Ryan cast just one character, the girl, performed with extraordinary power by Aoife Duffin, who also presents us with every person the girl encounters, from mother, brother and uncle to a breezy roommate, and a succession of men. Her ability to portray different presences is striking – a few alterations to her voice and posture conjure up a host of folks with a variety of intentions towards the girl.

With equal economy, the stage is dressed with no more than a covering that could be carpet, could be mud, and Duffin’s costume comprises what looks like lounge wear – comfortable, unassuming and disarmingly vulnerable. Her feet are bare throughout, allowing Duffin’s talent to shine as she acts from head to toe.

Aoife Duffin in A Girl is a Half-formed Thing cr Mihaela Bodlovic

Aoife Duffin in A Girl is a Half-formed Thing © Mihaela Bodlovic

The story isn’t easy-going. There’s grief, betrayal and an awful lot of sex, most of elicited but less with passion than a desire for self-abasement.

Yet, this is a love story in the purest sense of the word, as the girl aims to protect her older brother and keep him safe from the tumour that afflicted him before her birth. He is the ‘You’ she refers to frequently, and when she talks of their childhood, we’re offered the impression of them hiding together from their irate ma, secure and for the most part happy.

Subtle use of sounds and lighting move us from scene to scene, and mood to mood, but truly this is a play of words; fractured, invented, poetic and bold. Duffin breathes them with every part of her being, so that when she is sore, we are sore, and when she is searching for a sense of herself in all the wrong places, we are searching for her too, so we can bring her safely home.

It’s a performance full of strength, raising questions about culpability and the tendency of victims to punish only themselves. By the end of the 1hr, 25 minute play, Duffin is in emotional tatters, running from the stage after each curtain call with palpable relief. The courage required by this show, and by the girl it focuses on, is evident on her face.

A Girl is a Half-formed Thing is at Tobacco Factory Theatres until Saturday 30th January. To book tickets visit www.tobaccofactorytheatres.com, call 0117 902 0344 or email tickets@tobaccofactorytheatres.com

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Brescia – 10 Top Experiences

Brescia Capitolium cr Judy DarleyLocated in the Lombardy region of northern Italy, not far from Milan, Brescia is a city favoured by Italian holidaymakers for its ancient streets, inspiring edifices and culture-rich surroundings.

Here are my top ten recommendations for Brescia. It’s not all about the pasta (though some of it inevitably is…)

1 Explore the past

Brescia has some impressive Roman sites, including ruins of several villas discovered beneath the nuns’ garden with the Santa Giulia museum and a rather striking structure called the Capitolium, a religious temple and theatre built in AD 73 by Roman emperor Vespasian. It was rediscovered in 1823 thanks to a single visible tower, the rest being buried far below the city’s present level. Today, you can hire special Smart Glasses that offer glimpses into history for an impression of past and present layered over one another.

Sampling the smart specs cr Edith Koechi

Sampling the smart specs with local guide Cristina Boschetti. Pic by Edith Koechl.

To me it brought to mind Daphne Du Maurier’s beautiful novel The House On The Strand, but others may find themselves channelling a certain time travelling Doctor’s sonic specs…

Santa Maria dei Miricoli mermaid carvings

2 Hunt for mermaids

Brescia has a huge number of churches, (25 in the city centre alone) almost all of which are Catholic. One of my favourites is Santa Maria dei Miracoli, the exterior of which is covered with these extraordinary carvings. It’s worth taking a moment to eye up the mythical beasts – intended as warnings of the dangers that could befall you should you dare to stray from the faith. These mermaids are particularly foreboding, with their tiny wings and clawed feet.

3 Seek serenity

While fewer than the churches, there are plenty of convents to visit –even the city Santa Giulia museum is a former Benedictine monastery. This particular one is part of the San Francesco d’Assisi religious complex. Peaceful and austere, these sites provide the opportunity to stroll the walkways and courtyard while contemplating life, love and mortality.

4 Count the cherubs

There are many – inside churches (occasionally swinging from chandeliers in a rather decadent fashion perhaps better suited to the Roman days of feasting), guarding the exterior gates of splendid buildings, and spouting with water from the ornate fountains. I’m not sure why they’re quite so numerous, but they’re amusing, in a slightly sinister way, and very photogenic. This fountain sits behind the church and convent of San Francesco in Piazetta dell Immacolata.

5 Play ‘spot the architectural style’

Brescia boasts examples of architecture from every era imaginable, including pre-Roman, renaissance and stunningly modern. One of my favourites, which resembles a ship about to collide with the facing building, can be seen down an alleyway northwest of Piazza Paolo VI.

Brescia astronomical clock cr Judy Darley

6 Watch an astronomical clock strike

In the centre of Brescia’s beautiful old quarter is an elegant square named the Piazza della Loggia and flanked at one end by the Renaissance Palace of the Loggia – now the town hall – and at the other by the astronomical clock. Each hour (or, rather, a little while after – the clock is typically laidback about punctuality), two figures strike the bell atop with hammers to remind you to take your final sip of espresso and get on with your day.

Brescia dogs cr Judy Darley

7 Meet the locals

Many Brescia residents are incomparably chic, occasionally dauntingly so, but the dogs are always friendly. This said, be aware that cooing over and petting an Italian’s beloved canine will be greeted with as much warmth as though you’d ruffled their own painstakingly coiffed hair.

8 Feast on casoncelli

This typical local dish is like a form of ravioli made with paper-thin pasta, and stuffed with cheese and breadcrumbs, meat or vegetables. The ones shown here, served at former convent hospice Osteria del Savio, cradle pumpkin, saffron cream and are perfumed with orange. Not so much the peasant fare then.

Brescia cathedrals cr Judy Darley

9 Compare the old with the new

Why have one cathedral when you can have two? In Brescia’s Piazza Paolo VI you can’t fail to spot the elegant white structure topped with one of the tallest domes in the Italy. Work on the Duomo Nuovo began in 1604 when it was decided the Duomo Vecchio, or old cathedral, wasn’t fancy enough. And yet, of the two, the old version, also known as the Rotonda due to its circular shape topped by a conical roof, is by far the more atmospheric. Build in the 12th century on the ruins of a former church, it has an entrance at street level with a flight of stairs leading down into the belly of the building, where services are still held today.

Dario Fo exhibition cr Judy Darley

10 Revel in an art duet

Within Brescia’s Santa Giulia museum, you can currently experience a dialogue between two creative greats – Marc Chagall and Dario Fo. The exhibition showcases paintings and sketches from Chagall’s childhood and early adulthood with response pieces created by his devotee Fo. Resembling scenes from colour-drunk dreams, the pairing seems like an artistic match made in heaven. The duel exhibition is on until 15 February 2016.

Where to stay
NH Hotel- Brescia www.nh-hotels.com/hotel/nh-brescia

Where to eat
Trattoria La Buca www.trattorialabuca.com/english/start.htm
Osteria del Savio www.osteria-delsavio.com
Signorvino www.signorvino.com/en

Find local guide Cristina Boschetti at www.arnaldodabrescia.com.

Discover more about Brescia at www.bresciatourism.it/en/

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Theatre review – Bristol Old Vic Christmas plays

The Night That Autumn Turned To Winter cr Jack Offord2

The Night That Autumn Turned To Winter photo by Jack Offord

Fairies, woodland creatures and wise women rampage through Bristol old Vic’s Christmas plays this year, shedding irreverent joy as they go.

I attended the press launch last week, and it was pure pleasure – what better way to spend a drizzly December day than in a theatre crammed with light, cascading streamers and baubles (kudos to the decorator), a gigantic fragrant Christmas tree and even a small bed to take selfies on?

The first treat of the afternoon was The Night That Autumn Turned to Christmas, a visual and musical feast. While aimed primarily at tiny tots, like all the best children’s fiction, it included plenty of humour for grown folks too, thanks to the talents of the three multi-tasking performers, Clare Beresford, on the double base Miriam Gould on the violin, and Dominic Conway playing guitar, banjo and ukulele.

The Night That Autumn Turned To Winter photo by Jack Offord

Miriam Gould and Clare Beresford as opera-singing rabbits photo by Jack Offord

The show is a collaboration between the celebrated Little Bulb Theatre, Farnham Maltings and Bristol Old Vic, and is crammed with moments to treasure, regardless of age.  Want opera-singing rabbits? They’ve got those. A moral conundrum between a fly, a frog and a spider? It’s in there. A Scottish owl quoting poetry by Robert Burns? Absolutely (and this one was a particular pleasure). There’s also a smattering of audience participation as we aid the woodland wardens (who happen to be fairies, though not of your usual fey and Disney-fied variety) in helping the animals prepare for the long winter ahead, but just enough to keep the smaller audience members entranced.

As clever lighting shifts the timescale from day to night, one final treat may be in store – a glimpse of the winter unicorn. Give yourself up to the magic of the spectacle and you’ll feel a shiver run down your spine as it finally trots into view…

Sleeping Beauty - Bristol Old Vic - David Emmings as Prince Percy Photo by Steve Tanner

David Emmings as Prince Percy Photo by Steve Tanner

And then onto Sleeping Beauty, a slightly weightier affair suitable for ages seven and up, directed by the much-lauded Sally Cookson. The scene opens on Prince Percy weeping bucket-loads of tears, and ended, as all the best tales too, with the beginning of a new adventure.

In this version, more than gender is changed. The fairy godmothers, or good fairies, have morphed into wise women – often caught chatting via the clunky telephones they keep in their equally enormous handbags.

The prince’s first birthday is approaching, and a party is planned, the invitations dispersed. Naturally, the invite to wise-women-gone-bad Sylvia (Stu Goodwin on dazzling form) goes unwritten and unsent, with familiar results. The prince is doomed to prick his finger before his 16th birthday.

Sleeping Beauty - Bristol Old Vic - Stu Goodwin as Sylvia, Joe Hall as King Derek and Lucy Tuck as Queen Vanessa - Photo by Steve Tanner

Stu Goodwin as Sylvia, Joe Hall as King Derek and Lucy Tuck as Queen Vanessa – Photo by Steve Tanner

In fact, the prince’s sleep lasts only to the interval thanks to passerby Deilen, with the whole second half drawing inspiration from a Welsh folktale and taken up with Deilen’s quest to find ‘the leaves that hang but do not grow’. Before she can achieve her aim, wicked Sylvia saunters back into the mix, resulting in the floods of tears we witnessed at the beginning and giving Deilen one more task to perform.

Kezrena James as Deilen is an independent, strong-minded, believable heroine who serves as a strong antidote to the usual female fare of fairytales and pantomimes alike, while David Emmings’ Prince Percy is kind-hearted and just gutsy enough not to be irredeemably annoying.

But, (along with the musicians Brian Hargreaves, Ruth Hammond and Pat Moran who deserve a special mention for sweeping the action along) it’s the wise women who steal the show – hats, handbags, oversized feet, wings and all. They’re a delight joy to watch – old biddies doing their best for the young prince they’re determined to see find a happy ending.

Sleeping Beauty is at Bristol Old Vic Theatre until the 17 January 2016.
The Night That Autumn Turned to Winter is on until 10 January 2016.
Find out more at www.bristololdvic.org.uk.