I mean, doesn’t it?!?!? Sheesh.
We are gearing up for a characteristically chaotic spring and summer and would love to see your faces TOMORROW night at Art Attack!, the Georgetown Art Walk, in Shelly’s loft, 4810 Airport Way S.
We will be quite literally swinging from the rafters on cloud swing, trapeze, rope, and hoop– all for your general wonderment!
Come on down and we’ll see you there!
Also, we would love to see you over at the Triple Door March 24-26 for Viva Oz Vegas, starring ticktock as the Lollipop Guild, Jill and Liza as the Flying Monkeys, and Bridget as the Scarecrow! We have had so much fun ticktocking it up with these campy characters and are pretty excited about the results. It’s always a fun night out at the Triple Door– the food from Wild Ginger is so delish! Get the Mandarin Chicken– known amongst us performers as “candy crack chicken”. I think Ben de la Creme is responsible for that…
In May, ticktock will be joined by our awesome friend and cohort, Jenn Elder, to grace the mainstage at Seattle Erotic Art Festival. More on that awesomeness as the show draws nearer.
And… drumroll please… we are slated to debut a new full-length work in June! Yes. It’s true. It’s happening. And you will hear about it.
So keep checking in…
Right now it’s back to work for us, see you all very soon!
Love from Above,
Beginnings….are not my forte. if anything, i start with the end and work my way backwards. the last thing is what i usually remember the most, so i feel it deserves extra special attention. would that explain my preoccupation with death? hmmmm….anyways, I’m glad the beginning is behind us and we are marching full-steam ahead into the meat of our process.
Working for other’s projects began to feel like compulsively collecting experience, consuming rather than creating. Procrastinating by filling every last minute being dedicated to someone else. There were many lessons and rewards that came from that, but as the clock ticktocked away, i realized that postmodern circus was the thing that i wanted to pour my energy into.
I like to choreograph movement phrases in public spaces, away from the pressure of the studio and the mirrors flinging my distortion back at me. Seattle Center skate park, after dark, commanding an invisible army from the cold smooth concrete cliff. it’s a violent gestural arm phrase that cuts through my steamy breath. the audience of no one is captivated as i capitate my imagined assailant. “Okay, My turn now…” a skater carves the park back into it’s intended form. I pull my sleeves over my hands and practice press-to-handstands on a grindrail, which proves to be more difficult than my mind says it is. I run up the wall and do a jump turn. the ground comes up too soon from the dimly lit air and i have to improvise a side-roll to keep my face blood-free and my teeth where they belong. the skater criss-crosses my path unshaken. we’re soloists on two separate stages that happen to take up the same space-time tube. Our oblivion of each other is intentional, and neither one of us has a desire to learn the other’s vocabulary. I fold the audience back into myself and walk away a teeny bit of new material.