The work in the studio hits the stage and I’m running. I try to answer constant questions from all members of the team whilst keeping my eye focussed on the unfolding picture.
My silent questions in the rehearsal room about how things will look when in the set, costumed, lit, and seen from a distance start to be answered.
As always, in any medium, these moments of transition from the imaginary to the real are surprising. The work starts to speak and seems to have its own identity, independent of my intention. I have to be extremely alert to this state of transformation and try to know where and how to intervene, what to change, even at this late stage, for it to reveal itself. Time is precious, every second counts, I’m writing this over a quick breakfast before another 12 hour day, and now must run again.