The taste of sea salt on my lips as I speak. Sand beneath my toes grounding me to this place, this moment.
And John McGrath tap dancing with my daughter in my mum's living…Continue
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And with Louise comes a renewed sense of agency, energy and motivation. An outside eye bringing supportive, loving critical criticism.
I am in awe of the way that she she is able to take my ramblings and turn them into concrete, tangible objects. To hear my vague words and offer up sound, lighting, action, set design.
And I am chuffed to bits when she tells me she likes my writing.…Continue
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I wish I could bottle this feeling. I wish that I could articulate the fragility of this moment. Spending time with you is exhausting, baffling, frustrating. But so, so exhilarating. I see the world through your eyes and drop my inhibitions - become a seahorse, a kite, a jellyfish. You have a freedom that I lost long ago. I wish that I…Continue
Added by Sara Davies on April 9, 2014 at 18:52 — No Comments
in this dying town
where are the dead kept?
Today I have had an overwhelming sense of history smothering the present. Of recriminations and accusations holding back the young. Of long held grudges being clung to as the barnacle clings to the hull of a boat.
People here remember. The past is a living, breathing animal, snarling in…Continue
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When you stand in a muddy puddle, you are a giant, a world destroyer, a builder. You leave an imprint that moulds and creates. But as you leave that imprint disappears. Slowly and by degrees.
My hometown's muddy puddle is changing. Parts of it have disappeared completely: existing now only as memories. Slowly, their imprint disappears.
There is only my mum left to bind me to my hometown now. There are so few people left who remember me. My imprint is…Continue
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I was in Cardiff on Monday to meet the lovely WalesLab team. Cardiff has changed so much from how I remember it as a child, and not just physically. There is a real buzz about the city now and is full of creative people and creative thinking. It felt like coming home, except it's a home that I never knew I had.
So much of my practice is tied up in 'home' - in that sense of belonging, or not belonging. Of a dislocation between the person and the place.
Added by Sara Davies on January 29, 2014 at 12:52 — No Comments
Surely there is nothing more bizarre than discovering that you grew up in the same town and went to the same school as Nigel Barrett. But there is something more bizarre: your childhood town is now home to Europe's biggest Elvis Festival. And over and above that, what's even more bizarre is that you are now walking down the prom with a bunch of live artists, theatre makers…Continue
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