So I am looking out of the hotel window in Norway trying to think back to last week in Bolzano, Italy. But the beauty of the Norwegian landscape is becoming somewhat of a distraction.
So I will start with a quote from Annie’s Facebook status to help re-jog my memory.
‘Joining the list of places to live: Bolzano, Italy. Oh, touring, how fickle you make me…’
Thanks Annie.
With regards to affections or attachments, Bolzano was certainly a place that you could instantly get absorbed by. Surrounded by the Alps and pictures of ourselves in compromising positions, we immediately fell in love with its charms and marketing strategies.
I can recall walking around Bolzano to discover at least one of the dancers having their picture taken next to a poster of themselves in the position of the image. Oh how ‘fickle’ we can be sometimes.
Like the enormity of the mountains and posters that surrounded us, the Theatre was double(i think) the size of what we are use to. The Hangman proved to become more of a marathon than it originally is, due to the huge length and depth of the stage. Keeping the intimacy of Wendy’s piece in such a big space and with the language barrier, meant thinking about subtle projection of focus whilst slowing the delivery of text. This seemed to work as the audience were engaged and at the end gave us the opportunity for extra bowing time! As for Emanuel’s? Well…looks beautiful whatever a theatre throws at it.
Norway blog soon to follow, I’m sure.
Chris.