There's been a little flurry of anniversaries of late, requiring gift-making tasks...
Firstly, a birthday crankie for my brother, featuring in the foreground his black Volkswagen beetle. I ended up making the scrolling picture and wrapping it up without photographing it, but the moving picture tells the story of my brother escaping his high-pressure job, jumping in the VW and hopping over the channel to France to have a picnic with his lady.
For a special Valentines day project I made this pop-out card, out of train tickets used to travel to the individual in question. Pop-out card includes a mini car, with me in it, travelling via a long piece of string to the special individual in question who waits in a little treehouse. Does that all make sense?
For my flatmate Sara's 30th I rustled up "The Theatre of Halves" - a character-creating and character-halving game involving an Indian holy man, an Austrian folk dancer and a medieval street performer...
"Come let us build the ship of the future,
In an ancient pattern that journeys far..."
'Let the Circle Be Unbroken', The Incredible String Band
In an ancient pattern that journeys far..."
'Let the Circle Be Unbroken', The Incredible String Band
Monday, 9 May 2011
Sunday, 8 May 2011
The Liminal Space Pop-up Shop
I have spent the larger part of this year engrossed in a very special project. From March to April my partner in crime Sara and I took over a disused shop in Chalk Farm, North London, and turned it into a storytelling craft centre. 'Liminal Space' was inspired by the magical power of fairytales and folk tales, in combination with archaic, mysterious visual storytelling craft techniques.
Each week we had a different folk tale theme, and our workshops drew imagery and ideas from these stories. Stories were cut up and put into story bags, moments were fished out and visual worlds created using pop-up and paper automata, toy theatre, crankie, mask and puppet-making techniques.
Down in the basement, a medieval king and queen guarded the Storytelling Den, complete with its eternally renewing apple tree. There lights twinkled, witching songs were sung and tales told.
But now 'tis nothing but a disused dry cleaners again.
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