Anakana Schofield

We have the first cold of the season (more feathers indeed)

And have played the first game of Scrabble of the season.

I am molto perplexed by the current weather system. This in part because for the first stretch of it I was in Victoria and following what was happening up on the North of Vancouver Island. I have yet to entirely understand which way the system has gone since. I thought I was reckoning on it, and then today — what the heck ? Somehow someone turned on the sunshine. Er? I am still dipped in the green indicators on the map of epic precipitation.

See the weather requires adept daily study. You cannot assume you’ve got your eye on it, you literally need to be necking with a barometer three times a day. I am dissatisfied with my level of study. Plus things remain dubious on the swimming front.  But I was watching a most uplifting sight! A bunch of women over 60+ who swim each day in some frosty coastal spot in Ireland. And only an ordinary swimsuit on them! Mna na h’E appear to be furlined against the deep freeze. There’s me with my swimming jumper heading into the indoor pool. I even wear it in the hot tub.  Clearly I need new feathers.

In Victoria as of Oct. 3, 2010 they are introducing two seperate postal boxes beside each other. One will be for mail that is destined to remain on Vancouver Island and the other box will be for mail heading off out to the rest of the world.

I await with curiosity whether both boxes will look identical and will they be misfortunate enough to both be slathered in that unsightly graphic covering design. I think a post box should be a strong single colour or a two tone. Something you can spot in the distance. Heck I’d even take a dalmatian design over what we are getting. When it comes to the post I do not have an appetite for the vague!

Chaos

Lori Weidenhammer, my collaborator on Chaos, has carefully recorded her impressions of the other performances during Chaos over on her Beespeaker blog and has collated information on Sandra Johnston, Pauline Cummins and Sinead O’Donnell’s work. including some photos documenting the performances at Open Space and offsite at the Maritime Museum courtroom. I promised to do this but have been unable yet to deliver. My brain is rather seized at the moment, so for those who’ve been asking me for details please visit Lori’s blog and learn about the other artists work. Plus you’ll see a few goofy pics of us in rehearsal/prep mode and at the breakfast table aka larking about. We’ve no pics of our performance as yet.

Open Space also recorded video, stills and will produce a catalogue and essay on Chaos, plus the most exciting prospect of all… a flipbook.

Of note on a Monday

1) I ate a large green bean from my greenhouse contraption. Just the one, but what a bean she was and it almost October.

2) Ed Milliband scraped the labour leadership thanks to the Union vote.  That dirty word New Labour hoped would go the way of the petticoat.

3) Extraordinary weather events on BC coast (or water events?) that I am unable to track and pay attention to due to performance art respiration and recovery.

4) Sean Fitzpatrick — LOB.

5) I still cannot yet swim to an acceptable standard.

Chaos

This was part of the video projection during our Chaos performance. The sound was mute, it was played on a loop along with Lori’s beekeeping sequence during two parts of the performance. I added the sound just now, since the original sound was just the racket in the gym and bad house music.

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Powerful stuff in the two performances this evening at CHAOS a series of events at Open Space that I am participating in. We did our performance last night to a very responsive and receptive audience. More on that once my head settles.

Tonight though in the Victorian Courtroom in the Maritime Museum Sandra Johnston did a performance that was affecting and disturbing and I am still reeling from it.  Again I will have to write more once my head recovers.

Back at Open Space Pauline Cummins did another powerful performance involving video, actions and a trumpet player.This is a very late night, wordless description, but I am flooded with exhaustion, exhilaration, too much laughing and beer!

We had our final Mna na h’Eireann chat and drink it up ensemble in Open Space afterwards with stories and laughter, roaring, (we know soo mnay of the same characters) and we then all walked back to the hotel in the rain — the first storm of the season. So great to get a good old blast of these women. This won’t be the end of it, we’ll meet again and hopefully take the project to other cities together.

I urge you to look up these artists work. Extraordinary work it is. Privileged to share a space with them.

10.16am

from the bumps on my front to the junk in my trunk… everything, physically, hurts.

Chaos III

aaaaah.

Chaos II

Prepping all day in the gallery space. Tech guys working v hard to accommodate the needs of our piece and the other artists. This evening the artists were all taken to a place called The Superior where we enjoyed an array of tasty appetizers and wine and swing jazz music. One of the musicians, an older male, had a interesting vitamin bottle which I investigated that was called Turbo.

Had a good old natter to the lovely, lovely Pauline Cummins about Irish feminism in the 60-70’s period. We’d great craic the lot of us. Inspired, divine company. So mighty to have these strong minds to exchange ideas with and to hear about art related actions and so on in Belfast and Dublin.

Mna na h’Eireann rocking it ensemble in Victoria.

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