Day 9

On day nine. We all got together and spoke about extra characters to run the market where we came up with some life size models. By dressing up some young producers and older producers as these suggested characters.


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Day 8

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Day 7.

Today we spoke about how we were going to depict certain things and how we would decorate scenery, colours and themes ect.

Ideas that I cam up with was possibly making the floor look like snow with maybe a white flooring of some sorts.. The only con I found with that is it possibly not lasting white for very long.

Snow cave? To get rid of the scary octopus aparatus in Aquarium.    Use it to serve drinks? Entertainment? Or even a false market (Part of the play).



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Day 6.

Rapunzel

Held up aloft, here I sit and sing and wish my days away whilst I await my bitter destiny – to be some handsome prince’s trophy wife, a glittering prize for some dim-witted, craggy-jawed daddy’s boy. I float up here in the clouds, in the sky, ensconced in my nest, waiting and wishing and waiting to take flight – and then to be bound to my new captor. When will I be free?

The time is passing; the walls are cracking, the roof is leaking…this tower is threatening to split down the middle. I bind it together, hold it together body and soul with my hair, binding the fissures, blocking out the wind and the rain with chunks of my hair – keeping my nest soft and safe and snug. I’m becoming part of my own prison.

All my life I’ve been waiting and singing and waiting to escape, but terrified to face the cold hard world outside. I don’t want to be alone, I need a friend, a faithful friend. I make friends with the birds – the owls, the kestrels, the robins pad my pillows with their feathers – but, though they visit every day in the summer months , in winter they grow silent and I sing alone, getting colder, hoping they’ll return soon.

I don’t know what I did wrong, what I did to deserve this. A smashed mirror, furious shouting, a fleeting hug, and then seven years of silence, seven years of bad luck, seven years of waiting for someone to claim me. My fate.

The worst thing is, I think I could have stopped this. I think I should have stopped this but I don’t know how. Some nights I wake up with the words on my lips but I don’t know what they are, I don’t recognise them and they go before I can say them – the spell, the name – the words that would stop all this or at least make it come to an end. They just burst like bubbles a second before I see them clearly. The words I nearly breathe blow away on the wind. It’s my fault – I don’t know why I don’t know how to break this spell.

It’s like I turned my back on happiness a long time ago when I was a child; I took a different path, followed breadcrumbs down the wrong track, and I ended up here, the witches house, a fly in a web, a bird in a gilded cage. I sit here patiently waiting and dreading and waiting to be gorged on or destroyed or be loved and doted upon. I just don’t know how this ends.

I miss how it was before. I’d walk through fire to get back to where this all started and just stop this. I wish this would end.

Jack

I want to be the hero, that’s the thing, you know the kind – rugged, strong, always gets the girl – a real Prince Charming.

I reckon I can become that man if I try – just need to get my head in the right place, maybe build myself a special suit so nothing can touch me, a super suit for a super hero. That’s what I need. So I could fly, and time travel and breathe underwater – fight off all the bad guys.

It would have to be strong this suit, robust, hardy. Although then, well then I couldn’t hug my Mum when she needs it and she often needs it. She’s tired, my Mum. Brittle. In my super suit, if I hugged her, she might break.

But if I don’t have the suit I’m just a wuss. It’s hard to be brave sometimes; brave enough to head out there and explore, climb, see. Although I do try and push myself into it and when I do I love the feeling; discovering something new, using that something to change stuff, to try and make things go right. The rush of blood, the thump in my chest, the hunger to do it again, do it better. But it doesn’t happen very often. I get the better of myself.

Maybe I could mix up some sort of bravery potion that would turn me into a hero instead – sharks teeth for strength and fish scales for protection and starfish blood for resilience. That might work.

Because then, with my superhero suit and my bravery potion I could take on anything and I’d be rugged and strong and get the girl. She’d be the new thing that could make it all better. Fix things. But what if she needs fixing too? What then?

I bet I could fix her. Well, I’d try, or at least, I give it a go. Sometimes things don’t turn out quite the way I’d planned, like with Chutzy – trying to make a dog talk was a mistake, or with Melodie; she was never going to grow, no matter how much I watered her feet, didn’t thank me for it either, pretty much hates my guts now. It just feels like my head gets carried away and I can’t pin down the best plan for doing things. But I mean well though, I always mean well. Isn’t that what heroes are, really? The ones that mean well?

These are two written images of Jack and Rapunzel done, based on all the research and pieces we have done so far. We spoke about these and used these to help us develop the two characters..

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Day 5.

Today we started the day looking at some videos that are considered art.
One video we looked at was actually quite strange. And consisted of a man crouching on top of a ladder seeming to be over dramatically distraught, or pretending. He was repeating these words " I'm not coming down, unless you promise not to break my heart again" whilst gradually getting higher and higher pitch and more and more ridiculously upset. This was made by a man called Rob about ten years ago.

We talked about what the message is that this video is trying to send out.





We all thought that this video was suppose to symbolise a sense of control and manipulation. The guy was talking about having his heart broken so it could be aimed at the camera man, a partner of a relationship or possibly the departed.



One idea that i came up with, is he could be mocking his partner, and over-acting a lot of his partners reactions to situations, he did play a pretty feminine role in the stance that he was taking and also his facial stance as he was talking..  His face was screwed up in tears and he was turning his head in a way that would suggest he was trying to act feminine.


Another thing that I thought it could be, is that he could be emotionally black-mailing someone, carrying on/ Causing a scene just so that he will get his own way, considering people generally don't act in this manner.


One of the young producers pointed out that this guy may have lost a pet and could be over reacting.


The other video that we decided to watch was actually the animation that I had found on YouTube called "The invention of love".

I had already talked about this on the Facebook-group-page and considered this could be an ending to avoid when thinking about the ending of 'The Fish Hearted Bride'.


I really like this piece because it is beautiful and very expressive. The style is really nice, it is silhouetted but also, it's very abstract.


Many theories on this video also came to the key-word "Control". Maybe you cannot control someone to change for love, and the person being changed the saying is for them to not allow themselves to be foolish for love and not allow themselves to be controlled.


Today each of the young producers produced a quote, they were anonymous and then we were to all pick a quote that wasn't our own that we felt we also related our selves to. Then we condensed them into categories. One was control, the other was time and Love. Then we took all of the quotes in one category.. And condensed them into three quotes, one for each category. 

After lots and lots of pondering we used the three quotes together to make one quote.



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