It's a good job I love it.

Struggling through the tube station arms filled with peacock feathers.
Slowly stuffing a plastic horse head with bin bags.
Spending 4 hours desperately searching for Australian merchandise.

Panicking about not owning a pair silver hot pants.
Panicing about not owning purple leggings.
Panicing about not owning the correct coloured corset.
Learning to play the toy accordion.
Buying carpet tape for nipple tassels as it holds it on better.
Painstakingly gluing glitter onto 23 masks.

Drawing various fat naked ladies with large muffs.
Turning a Dorethy Perkins snake skin top into a desert snake.
Running around exotically with loo roll.
Buying 8 boxes of 15 denier tights and wondering about the thickness as they will be worn over a naked body.
Argueing over character shoes.
Eating a crisp off the sole of a dirty flip flop.

Vomiting due to the fact I have squirted a whole can of cream into my mouth.
Being a sexually confused zebra.
Growing my pubic hair.
Jumping in a water fountain in January.

Working out the correct mixture of household liquids to create the most realistic sexual fluid-like substance.
Cleaning a stinking club toilet.
Falling off a chair over 40 times.

Regurgitating food.
Having a penis slapped accross my face.
Sorting through hundreds of postcards.
Making Adam and Eve costumes.
Comparing fake moustaches.

Doing a Kate Bush interpretation so frantically that I feel like my brains fallen out.
Being repetedly slapped accross the face.
Rubbing a dead pheasant in my face.
Dancing around half naked in Leeds city centre.
Jumping into a chocolate cake.

Downing pints of beer.
Dancing for 5 hours with no break.
Worrying about kangeroos.
Getting too much fake hair in my eyes.

Sticking fake eyeballs into apples.
Crafting a prop out of raw meat.
Sticking a banana in Hilary Benns face.

Hello World, this is me.

Drowning (working title) - Projection recording

I had the pleasure of working with Riki Kim on her dissertation project 'For pain without words we can Understand'

I had to work with a specific stimulus:

Do you ever feel like sometimes you are drowning in other poeple's words?

You are drowning in other peoples’ words and your own words are being lost. You are at a point where you feel as if you are mute, for you cannot express yourself with words tainted deeply by others. You are drowning, unable to communicate.

The movement was improvised and inspired by Butoh performance.

http://www.ateralas.net/pain/notes.html

Whose Cloud is it Anyway? - New Website

Please check out Debunked's new project website and book online for our next show!

Whose Cloud is it Anyway?
28th-29th July at The Peoples Show in Bethnal Green.

www.whosecloudisitanyway.com