Monday, 13 June 2011

Oedipus


For my drama assignment this term I had to create a physical performance that was meant to last about five minutes... Mine went for a bit longer than that. It was based on the story of Oedipus. Here is the basic story and characters:


Characters and Costuming:

The Moon:
The moon is made by two women wearing white, reflective full body suits and hanging, in the shape of a circle, from wires attached to white harnesses on the front of their torsos. They are positioned stage centre right, high up and towards the back of the stage. They represent the moon in the sky. 
They face away from each other, put their feet together and hold onto a suspended ring between their heads for support. They then push their torsos away from each other to create the shape of the circle.

The Soothsayer:
A man dressed in clothes inspired by early 19th Century vagabonds. 
He is positioned stage left on a tall black box; reaching half way to the top of the frame in front of the stage.

Greek deity:
A man dressed in a toga and reclining on top of another tall black box. However this one is positioned stage right and is a further metre taller than the soothsayer’s box.

Demons:
The demons are three men wearing black full body suits.
They hang from wires attached to black harnesses on the back of their torsos.

Young Man:
The man wears 19th Century long johns and a white shirt.
For the majority of the man’s stage time he is on a black box that is centre stage and one metre high. The box symbolises a bed.

Mother:
A woman wearing a 19th Century night gown and hanging in a net, but with a wire attached to her via a concealed harness for safety.
Her net hangs centre stage, above the young man’s box.


Plot Outline:

The curtains open on a dark stage. A medium strength spotlight shines on the people making the moon. Another spotlight, full strength, shines on the soothsayer.  He begins speaking and warns the Greek god’s of the event that is about to transpire: the murder of a young man by his mother. He tries to convince them to bring morning on early so the man will not be in his bed when his mother comes to do the deed.



The spot light on the soothsayer turns off and another one turns on to reveal a Greek deity. He reflects on what the soothsayer has said but tells the story of how the young man killed his father because he loved his mother and determines that he deserves to die. Instead of shortening the night, the deity calls forth demons to torment the mother and hurry her to the scene of the impending murder. The spot light on the deity turns off and another one shines on stage. A young man enters the central pool of light from behind the deity’s box and speaks of his love for a woman, but does not mention that it is his mother. He moves onto his box and goes to sleep. The central spotlight turns off and another one turns on to reveal his mother, hanging in a net with demons surrounding, pushing and taunting her. They are contorting their bodies to seem evil or tormented.



One demon hands her a knife and then they stop tormenting her and hang still, like dead people. She is suspended horizontally and the net lowers her half a metre above the young man and he comes into the light as the demons are left hanging in the dark. The young man stirs and starts talking of a dream he was having of his love. He says that he is imagining that she is floating above him but he wishes to be back in his dream and falls back to sleep. 




Then she takes the knife and stabs the air above him three times and a spotlight is turned on with each stab to finally reveal the whole stage, but the young man remains undisturbed. The first stab: there is a loud bang and at the same moment that she stabs a spotlight turns on and shows the deity standing on his box and pointing at the murder scene. The second stab: there is a loud bang and at the same moment that she stabs and another spotlight turns on and shows the soothsayer’s body dead and contorted. The third stab: the same thing happens but this time the demons are revealed and the people making the moon drop into the same positions as the demons.



She stabs him once more and this time, along with the bang, the whole stage goes dark. When the lights are turned back on the deity is gone, the mother is a metre higher and hanging limply, and the soothsayer is also limp; with one arm dangling over the edge of his box. The demon’s, however, are still hanging limply with all of their bodies except their heads; they are looking straight at the young man. The stage goes black, again with a bang. One spotlight comes on and shows the young man standing in front of his box, looking down. He raises his arms slowly while the demons, out of sight, are being discretely lowered to the ground and unclipping their wires. The young man looks up and asks ‘And am I dead?’ before the demons swarm over him ...
... and there is a final bang as the stage is plunged into darkness.



How the deity exits view:
The deity’s box has a wide ledge one metre lower than the top on the side facing away from the audience. When the lights turn off he quickly gets down onto the ledge and lies flat. 

Steph xx

Friday, 10 June 2011

Trapped

I reach a point and I retreat. I become antisocial, anti-I-don't-know-what; anti-something. I can't explain it. I start to hate things, like things I've created: relationships and such. I'm like a hermit crab, I retreat into my shell. I retreat into myself. If I become too fimaliar with people and if I interact with them... I can't express it... I start just hating somthing; what I'm not sure. Is it them? No. I don't know what it is, but I develop all these negative feelings. It's really sudden too.  If a person persists with interaction then they have to understand that it is going to take a while and distance for me to move past my negative feelings. I can't explain myself. Least said, soonest mended - or something like that.


I feel like the girl in Forrest Gump, I can relate to her. I know why she runs away, she has to. I feel like that, but I can't just leave like she can. I wish I could sometimes. I'm out of controll and overwhelmed and underwhelmed and just plain emotional, all at the same time. I need to get out, I need to be free and uncontained. I'm trapped here. I need to get out, I'm stuck. If someone came tomorrow and offered me a way out, I would take it. I think I would come back, I don't know how long for though. I don't know if I could stay. I'm not sure of anything, I just need to get out. I'm in a cage. I need to get out. I can't.


Stephanie

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Cameron.

I can't get the image of my little brother, crying on his bed, out of my mind. It is so damaging to see him like that. He looked so helpless, so naked, so broken. The way he buried his tears into me, I could never let anything hurt him. I need him to be strong so much, because I can't do it. I can't watch him like this, I can't. My baby brother. My little brother. My precious, precious brother.

You can do it Cameron. I'm here for you, and God is just waiting to pick you up, dust you off and put you back on your feet again. I cannot express how much I love you, so stop crying little man and lift your chin. Today is a new day. Today is your day. Today is the day that God has made.

You are my brother.

Stephanie, your big sister.

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Neverland

Life was so uncomplicated when I was a child. Why does that have to change? I lived in so many fantasy worlds, sometimes I got them mixed up with real life. They became my real life. All I ever wanted was for Peter to come and take me away. Neverland was my dream. There I could escape, I could be free and eight forever. It just seemed like the better option.



Why do bad things happen to children? I don't blame God, I never have. I could never understand how people could. By the time I was ten it was too late for Neverland, the land of  innocence and simplicity, I was already being enveloped by the adult world. Sometimes I swear it was like I was treading water just to keep from going under. Where was the catcher in the rie when I needed him? Who left the gate open for me to renture too far? Your family are suposed to protect you, if not from anyone else, at least, from your self.

I've done a lot of things in my life that I'm not proud of.

Which is harder: forgiving 'them', or forgiving yourself? Never let anyone tell you that it's the former, it's not.

This is my neverland

Steph xx

Monday, 6 June 2011

Winter

Well, it's June, and that can only mean one thing: winter! I love winter! I love snow, dressing in beautiful coats, scalfs and boots, fire places, and cuddeling up in front of them with a throw, a glass of red wine and someone to sunggle. If only. Here it's more like cool nights and hot days, dressing in nice cardigans, heaters and duvets. Don't get me wrong, it is still a nice change from an Australian summer, a very nice change, but it is nothing compared to a European winter! The thing I envy most about people in the northern hemisphear, more than the sun, or lack there of, and more than the temperatures, is that up there they get to celebrate christmas during winter! Now, in the southern hemisphear, winter is my favorite season, for you can't tell the differance between the others really anyway, my favorite time of year is christmas, and my favorite month is December. Imagine if I could have all three together! I used to, when I was young and we lived in England, but I haven't for years.


Sigh.

Steph xx

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Disney

Disney has distorted my view of reality. I love disney movies. I love the romanticism of them.
My favorites are (in no particular order):

Snow White
Cinderella
Alice in Wonderland
Robin Hood
Peter Pan
Plooyanna
Swiss Family Robinson
The Parent Trap
101 Dalmations
The Sword in The Stone
Mary Poppins
Aristocats
Petes Dragon
Basil - The Great Mouse detective
The Little Mermaid
The Rescuers
Beauty and the Beast
Aladdin
Cool Runnings
The Lion King
Pocahontas
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Mulan
A Bugs Life
Tarzan
The Emperors New Groove
Recess
Lady and the Tramp
Atlantis
Lilo and Stitch
Tuck Everlasting
Treasure Planet
The Adventures of Winnie The Pooh
Finding Nemo
Ratatouille
and Tangled

I don't think I could ever pick just one favorite.

Steph xx