Joe Murphy, my esteemed director and the artistic director of Nabokov, not Emma as I had so foolishly suggested on Sunday night, met yesterday morning in a rehearsal space at the Bush library to discuss conciousness, interactive theatre, speakers corner amoung other things. For me the stand out question of the day's work came from Joe; 'When the audience leave, go to scotland say or wherever, are they still our audience?' This question has been rolling around my head and I have now decided that the answer is yes they are - and they will be our audience for ever more. With this in mind I thought it might be nice to give them all valentines cards - seeing as they are schleping into the cold to come and watch this brilliant piece of theatre. Perhaps we could all by ten valentines cards and leave them on the seats???
Anyway, back to our ideas - Joe was brilliantly suggesting that the audience in many ways were like the inert patient, unable ultimately to respond to come degree, wouldn't it be fun to get them to participate in some way? We discussed ways of doing this and also ways of creating something more structured, but still encouraging the audience to acknowledge thie traditionally passive role thier inertia if you like. I was interested in inventing a doctor, in imaging the single minded solitude of a scientist who dedicates time to discovering tiny movements in brain activity. Could this man have cut himself off from normal life and relationships, in someway be in a not dissimilar state of emotional isolation except just not comatosed. Endevoured to write a first draft around this theme. Know its too short and ending is a bit crap, waiting to hear back from my leader. Will probably have to scrap idea or just add more tomorrow. Got to put daughters in bath. Ciao ciao!
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