
“…a story that is so rich in detail, it's difficult not to be drawn into it..."
- Joff Schmidt, CBC Manitoba
From
April to October 2003, I lived for 177 days on the Isle of Mull in Scotland’s
Inner Hebrides islands. My time on that island was characterized by the
weirdness that comes from being alone for long stretches in an unfamiliar
place. The thing is, I wrote it all down, in journals, notebooks and
sketchbooks - and it is from that writing that I wove the text of my first
one-man play, WOOL.
I am not trained as
an actor.
WOOL is a storytelling show, made from the stories of a lonely mind in culture shock.
I am trained as a composer, and I consider theatre to be a composition of text and staging, lighting and props.
WOOL is a fabric knit from fragments of stories that gain meaning from each other.
I am trained, above all, as myself, and the stories in WOOL are told by myself –
not myself then but myself here, right now.
WOOL is a storytelling show that is frustrated and elated by the words with which its stories are told.
WOOL is a storytelling show, but it is also an exploration of form: repetition, simultaneous text, musical interludes, and levels of openness with the audience: from hiding behind my text to addressing my listeners directly.
I tell these stories with simple props, most of which are mine already: my bicycle - my hair - my script, my voice – chalk drawing on the stage floor – an LED headlamp - bicycle lights - a mop, a bin of water – a folding chair.
WOOL is as
much about the storyteller as it is about the stories.
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