May 2011, Ingleborough, Yorkshire Dales
In May, in the poignant promenade piece Fissure, the audience literally climbed a windswept peak, as well as wandering through subterranean caves. Devised by Louise Ann Wilson, in memory of her late sister, this hike in the Yorkshire Dales became a pilgrimage through death and bereavement, haunting figures emerging and vanishing through rock crevices and mournful songs by composer Jocelyn Pook echoing from the crags.
Kate Basett, Independent Review of 2011
Take this thread
This thread will lead you
through the darkness
to a place where there is only rock and water
no grass no sky
no trees no stars
no moon no sun
only rock and water
This thread will disappear
inside the earth
the way a river disappears in limestone
This thread will travel
where you cannot follow
only rock and water
no grass no sky
no trees no stars
no moon no sun
only rock and water
Take this thread
This thread will lead you
through the darkness
to a place where there is only rock and water
no grass no sky
no trees no stars
no moon no sun
only rock and water
This thread will disappear
inside the earth
the way a river disappears in limestone
This thread will travel
where you cannot follow
only rock and water
no grass no sky
no trees no stars
no moon no sun
only rock and water
This was not performance art for the timid [...].Clinging to boulders, I asked myself whether a theatre critic being literally blown away by a show could be considered an artistic triumph. Unforgettable.
Kate Bassett, Independent on Sunday, 29 May 2011.
This was not performance art for the timid [...].Clinging to boulders, I asked myself whether a theatre critic being literally blown away by a show could be considered an artistic triumph. Unforgettable.
Kate Bassett, Independent on Sunday, 29 May 2011.
[..] the piece tested my body's limits and on that climb on day three I could not help wondering what it must be like to be so ill that your body is tested to the limit and to the end.
Fissure has haunted me. As we walked across this place, I found myself shaken by its vastness and velocity [...]. My sense of scale [...] shifted when I began to learn more about the mapping and […] dysfunction of the brain. This was punctuated by bells, song, wind, cries, conversation, exchange, memories [...]. And loss. How loss can seep into every part of you and the landscape. [...] How walking through this ‘place’ can lead you somewhere you never thought possible.
[..] the space provided by the music, the pauses and the walking across the three days was an invaluable part of the experience and allowed me to reflect on, and digest it. The beauty was nurturing, […] the music and dance powerful, the use of the landscape and architecture fascinating – and beyond words. I'm a person who usually expresses myself in a strictly factual style, I feel the event helped unleash in me different ways of expressing my experience.
The integration of geological features and the body, made real through the intervention of the experts.
[..] the piece tested my body's limits and on that climb on day three I could not help wondering what it must be like to be so ill that your body is tested to the limit and to the end.
Fissure has haunted me. As we walked across this place, I found myself shaken by its vastness and velocity [...]. My sense of scale [...] shifted when I began to learn more about the mapping and […] dysfunction of the brain. This was punctuated by bells, song, wind, cries, conversation, exchange, memories [...]. And loss. How loss can seep into every part of you and the landscape. [...] How walking through this ‘place’ can lead you somewhere you never thought possible.
[..] the space provided by the music, the pauses and the walking across the three days was an invaluable part of the experience and allowed me to reflect on, and digest it. The beauty was nurturing, […] the music and dance powerful, the use of the landscape and architecture fascinating – and beyond words. I'm a person who usually expresses myself in a strictly factual style, I feel the event helped unleash in me different ways of expressing my experience.
The integration of geological features and the body, made real through the intervention of the experts.
Production Photographs by Bethany Clarke. Copyright: Art Events.