Today we finished Edinburgh Fringe and I'm delighted to say that Voice Mag awarded us Pick of the Fringe!
Notes from my train journey home post ED:
Edinburgh Fringe has the amazing ability to inspire and numb the senses almost in the same day. As I walked into town each day to perform I marvelled at the dark architecture, the diverse crowds that bubble over the pavements and bottle neck at bus stops, the multitude of poster images and flyers that call, shout or even physically grab your attention and not to forget the seagulls that loyally sit on brass statues trying to paint the noble figures with their white shit. I definitely got the sense that Edinburgh with its discrete and polite even conservative nature is turned upside down for a month into a melting pot. This pot can reach into your heart and inspire the hell out of you one moment, then leave you tired, wearied and swearing you'll never see another piece of theatre again. As I entered the Fringe coming off the back of glandular fever I was determined to have a quiet fringe, cook well, sleep well and perform my best. On the train home I had a beautiful feeling that comes after a good meal and a few whiskeys, you know you've had too much but by god it was tasty, you might have to stick off the sauce for a while but there is a sweet song on your lips and a well-earnt sleep awaiting.
I felt so honoured to be a part of Origins at Edinburgh and was delighted to see how the piece worked to challenge, inspire, provoke and touch the hearts of those who saw it. Each challenge along the way was an opportunity to learn more about how we make theatre, how we work individually and as a company. Now home these challenges remain open and I have a real desire to get back in the studio and welcome these experiences into our work.