performances at FACT and the Bluecoat, Liverpool 2017
No bodies survive intact in this equation, wherein time itself is accorded the status of a fold of silk, which can just as simply open, wind, knot or ripple, thickening, as spread in any singular direction.
In this story, I discuss a crack in one such symbolic body, as it was revealed to me during the making of The Happy Jug. The play, as with this story, concerns the simultaneity of the break and the leak in the information age – and the radical proposal of time this requires…. Rather than following this outward trajectory of the spreading leakage as it blurred through medical records into democratic procedure (paths which continue to spread to this day) the story here follows the crack itself, inward through the recording and circumstances of the play, carving Nina’s voice open to the dreaming mind.