writing

Wyrd prairies by Sarah Wishart

In the photos I had seen in some book, Jarman’s studio looked like a New England shack, or at least something not quite British, black walls, yellow roof, the garden was flotsam framed, with twisted metal and sea-blanched wood, and he had planted up the shingle with an eye for survival. I read more about his garden, as in time I discovered my own.

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Forced Entertainment, durational performance and the web by Sarah Wishart

Tonight, one of my favourite theatre companies will revisit one of their first durational shows 12 am and looking down and they will stream it live here. I wrote about that show in 2004, when my review on a number of performances I saw during a series of exhibitions, shows, performances and talks on Live Art at the Tate Modern in 2003, was published by the Theatre Journal.

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