Monday, 23 November 2015

Waiting for.... Godot?

Earlscroft Farm, Sibsey Road, Boston, Lincolnshire. 23rd November 2015. 13.30hrs.

I walked into the muddy field carrying a wooden chair on my back/shoulder.
As I walked I felt my feet sink into the soft mud. Some bits where softer than others. I walked a long time … I wanted to be almost equidistant from any obvious border.
The wind was cold

I placed the chair on the ground and I sat on it. I felt the chair sink into the mud.

I looked around.

I saw Gogo and Didi in my mind’s eye.

I was very aware of my surroundings.

I started to write what I could remember of Beckett's Waiting for Godot in my notebook.

I remember my eyes and ears very opened to my surroundings… There were some birds flying and making a noise. A train went past; I could hear the cars gushing by on the nearby road. I tried to incorporate these into the play but felt couldn’t describe those sounds properly on the paper. I scribbled them out.

I was trying to get the right rhythm of the play on the paper.

I started to get cold.

I stood up and walked away from the chair…. As I walked I remembered the character’s of the play, specially Gogo as he, at one point walks around the field, looking at the landscape. I was very aware of the mud under my feet.

I sat down on a clump of mud and wrote some more.

I stood up again and walked and ran back to the chair. I could feel the cold wind.

I sat down on the chair and resumed the writing. I was feeling quite cold but I new that I had more in my mind that I could write on the paper.

I started to get my lines mixed up. I couldn’t remember complete sentences but I could remember the gist of things so I noted it down.

I thought I would carry on for a while yet.

I suddenly felt very cold.

I suddenly felt very tired.

I was cold,

I was tired,

I was hungry.

I felt a bit ill.

I decided that this was the time to end with the sentence that said  We will go there on our honey moon.

Tiredness, cold and sadness got hold off me.

I stopped writing.

I thought of Gogo and Didi, I thought of immigrants nowadays … that they walk and walk and travel and travel… not being sure when the next meal, the next bed, the next warm place to be safe and comfortable will arrive.

I felt sleepy

I walked back to the house.

I placed my self near the fire. The cold was rushing inside me making me feel sad and ill.

I slowly became myself.

No one but Kate saw the performance.



                                       Photography by Kate Buckley

Wednesday, 6 May 2015


 Rotulus was performed for Drafting on 21st March 2015 at Baltic 39, Newcastle.

Drafting brought together 18 Artists to investigate drawing through performance.

Photographs by Nathan Walker and Denys Blacker.