Here is an idea you can use for a performance. Let me know if you use it and and I’ll help support and promote it!
Fancy Victorian Lady (a contortion piece with audience participation)
A women wanders on stage in Victorian dress. White lace and flowers abound. She is mumbling.
Center stage she removes her enormous hat. Table legs emerge/unfold from underneath. The top becomes a tea table. With a vase a teapot, cups and saucer, etc. Her skirt bustle opens out into a bench. She mumbles as she sets out tea for two.
She invites two members from the audience up for tea. (They need chairs.) She leaves and they have tea. From the audience she directs them in a complicated victorian conversation through movements and gestures. This is a thing!
Maybe an overhead projection can be employed. For example – stir your tea vigorously to signify disapproval, more gently to signify approval. Maybe the couple hook up. They are dismissed with applause.
Victorian lady returns happily to her table and proceeds to have tea. A bug alights on the table. She is highly disturbed and begins to wriggle and writhe.
Her costume comes off in layers, shedding of skin and underneath is a bug like body suit. Pulsing music. This is the start of her contortion act.
Please feel free to comment or share your own idea!
Aerialist Laura Lippert
What if If all the chairs were gone from the cities? We’d all head out to the countryside and walk. Some of us would hike through dusty, red dessert terrain. Others would walk the beach. Large oak canopies would shelter some, and others would hack their way through thick, lush jungle vegetation. Things would smell good there.
Eventually we’d get tired and lay down on the earth. This would feel especially nice. Soaking up the earth energy. Some of us would just lay there. Or we might wave our arms in the air like a dance and use our hands like puppets to make silly plays. The writers would roll on their stomachs and write.
Aerialists might get bored though and they’d have to hang trapeze and such from the trees where they would dangle from one toe in the air above the rest. Gardeners would find little seedlings and attend to them.
Aerialist Laura Lippert
With all this rolling around and hanging from trees and such we’d forget all about the money system and move to a barter system and the slave master federal reserve would simply vanish.
Poof! There would be a small puff of pink smoke and it would be gone. People might barely notice. Hooray!
Well, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Oh, a question for you, gentle reader- What color puff would you like to see the federal reserve bank vanish into?
Special thanks Laura Lippert for the images. You should really check out her site here. As well as the chair – she hangs by her hair! And if you have a chance to see her live – Don’t miss it.
When I arrived at my parents house (above) on Mother’s Day, the traditional Mothers Day planting was done. I discovered this little faerie garden my 50 something brother and his gal pal created! (Faerie house made by me). So soul nurturing to see. Everyone was very excited about this addition. Besides the general celebration of love it made my day!
My mother was trying to remember a song “There are Fairies in The Bottom on the Garden.” She’d sing some phrases and laugh. We all laughed. When we were kids Mom often made up songs to lighten things up.
I taught yoga earlier that day. The theme of the day’s classes was ‘mothering the self.’ Both my class in the morning of older folks, and afternoon class of younger people really took to this theme. Witnessing the strain and harshness leave their bodies as they explored self nurturing similarly made my day. Such gratitude they felt for this opportunity. How to be soft with oneself when needed, how to be strong with oneself in a loving manner that suits. How to make things fun! Make it into a song! Just like mom.
This little faerie garden and my students remind me how much we need to explore our playful selves. And nurture ourselves. Why resist? It’s so important to our physical health and vibrancy of our psyches.
Make a plan right now, as you read this. What can you do to self-nurture, lighten up, and play?
Here is the song my mother was trying to remember, a vintage clip of the Fabulous Bea Lillie on The Jack Parr Show, enjoy it here:
I’ll treasure any thoughts left in the comment box.
Here’s my first blog about things I love. First off, I love you for visiting. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for peeking in.
The plan is to make some stuff up and wax poetic about other stuff of which I might know a little about – or am curious about. The intention, dear reader, is to inspire, make us laugh, cozy up to sovereignty, and otherwise tickle our fancies.
Perhaps I’ll run some experiments and record the results here…
I welcome any comments, questions, or suggestions.