It was great seeing all of you again last Thursday. Playground was in a very playful mood last week. We didn’t even put the chairs into neat rows this time, can you believe that? The “Grab a Chair” system mostly worked, and it would have worked a charm if we had actually thought of positioning the stuck of chairs in a place where they could physically be reached! However, the fact that there was a complex process involved into eventually managing to grab a chair sparked conversations and laughter amongst some of you who might have been complete strangers before that. And that’s fun, right? More ideas about various seating configurations are being developed in the Playground HQ as we speak.
Did you enjoy playing Consequences? As Russell pointed out, the incredibly curious creatures that you guys made prove that we were amongst a bunch of creative geniuses last Thursday. Do you think we’re exaggerating? Look for yourselves:
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Do you recognise which one is yours?
But the unusual and extraordinary didn’t stop there. Straight after Consequences, Emma came up to share her toys. The table was already set with precision. Emma, with her beautiful wooden boxes (full of tiny brown bottles with numbers on them) accompanied by rows of symmetrically assembled manifold concertina cards, explained to us her interest in smells and in the worlds and memories that a smell can evoke.
Before long she asked if anyone wanted to give it a go, to be part of this olfactory “experiment”. While watching each person sitting there, blindfolded, taking a sniff from these curious brown bottles and allowing the smell to evoke something, one couldn’t help but notice how personal, fragile and -quite often- childhood related the responses were.
After the timer went off and Emma’s time was up we had the chance to admire the “exhibition” of all the curious drawings that came out of Consequences.
In the meanwhile, Philippa was getting ready for her uncooked and so, we all rushed to the Gallery having absolutely no clue of what was about to happen or of Philippa’s whereabouts. Until we heard the resonant and decisive sound of her steps, of the heels of her shoes, rhythmically approaching us from the Reception area. Having turned into Sheepwoman, complete with a beautifully handcrafted sheep’s head/mask, Philippa slowly walked around the space trying to lure any one of us. One young man from the audience was picked by the Sheepwoman who took him by the hand and they both sat down.
Philippa took out a pack of paper and a pencil and started drawing a portrait of the smiling young man who was trying to stay as still as possible for her. When her job was done, she took him by the hand and the two of them together walked out of the Gallery, leaving the rest of us there to contemplate the unusual ritual that we had just witnessed.
Going upstairs, back to the Shop, we found Martin standing behind his latest creation, a musical instrument consisting of the insides of clocks affixed to an old wooden box that, I believe, served a double function of providing a stable base for the instrument as well as creating a resonance chamber.
Martin played his instrument using different kinds of tools, if I remember correctly there was certainly a bow and a saw, which he used in order to create a complexity of such sonic textures and aural qualities that one would find it difficult to believe that they all came out of a singular instrument.
That was my, not so brief, report about “Third time’s a Charm”. I always start with the intention of writing a quick and sweet little update, but I get side-tracked by my excitement about everything that happened and by the understanding that some of you, who wanted to be there but couldn’t make it, are curious to see what you missed.
Do you prefer the updates to be short and sweet or long and lingering? You can let us know in the comments! More mystery? Less mystery? Tell us what you think.
Farewell, my friends. We’ll meet again very soon.