Monday, 16 October 2017

Hyper-Heritage Performance Tour: review and new dates

The performance tour Hyper-Heritage, first performed back in April 2017 for the Saving the Past for the Future Festival at JCCAC, will be making a return outing. The dates will be December 2nd and 3rd. Expect an updated and augmented journey through the city as it exists in film.

Here is a review of the tour originally posted on HK01

Way-Losing: a 3-day completely lost tour - 2018

Following the success of this past summer's Way-Losing tours, there are plans for something bigger and bolder next year. This is one for the intrepid!

The dates have not been fixed yet but in the Summer of 2018 there will be a three-day Way-Losing Tour. We will attempt to travel blindly and with no other purpose than to not know where we are for three days. This will not be easy as the unpredictable elements are huge: that in part is why it is attractive. 

This tour's starting point will be in the UK and we will travel on foot or by local buses. We will attempt to find shelter overnight and make it as comfortable an experience as possible but obviously nothing can be guaranteed. What is sure, however, is that the conversation and experience will be very special, this will be a trip you won't forget. 

Expressions of interest are currently being taken, exact times and terms will be confirmed in the Spring.

Friday, 18 August 2017

The Sid Burn Tour of Byker, Newcastle

I happened to be in Newcastle and so decided to made a tour of Byker, the neighbourhood in east of the city where my grandfather, Sid Burn, was born. That's about the full extent of my knowledge of his connection to the city. He left the North East and followed work which eventually took him over the border to Scotland, where this picture was taken. Once there, he dropped his Geordie accent and acquired a standard issue Stranraer one: he became a Scot. Something I didn't know about him till I studied this photograph was that he smoked. What else might I learn on this tour?

I started with the nearly famous Byker Wall, the large 1970s public housing estate adjoining the metro station. I wanted to see how this family connection might change the way I looked at and made my way around this not so very glamorous suburb. 

All the brightly painted railings and shutters hanging off the blocks couldn't dispel the gloomy atmosphere that hung over the place. The area seemed turned in on itself. Most of my other experiences in Newcastle have been that people are very approachable but here it was about as open and welcoming as a teenager locked in their bedroom listening to Joy Division.

Not having a street address where he lived to head to made this a very speculative tour. I remember him as a committed Catholic, however, so this offered a geographic prompt: find the church he attended. This is the local Catholic church complete with a wonky Christ on the cross. This place is old enough that Sid would have known it, it might even have been his local church for all I know. As he was a builder and mason, my attention was drawn to the stone work. While this place probably didn't bear the trace of his hand, I figured that somewhere in Byker there must be some stonework that still does. 

Walking around the estate, it became clear that it was not just the architecture that was stuck in the seventies. I stumbled across this piece of fabric with a design that speaks of groovy health food shops and flared trousers. Thinking further about that time, I realised those were the years my grandfather and I shared: my earliest years and his last. That said, you'd never see him wearing flyaway collars or tie-dyed T-shirts, his tastes were set in the forties. It is interesting, all the same, the way an era seeps into your life regardless of your tastes. I suspect if, in thirty years, I am still alive and were to look at photos of me today, I'd see much more of 2017 in me than I am currently aware of.   

Walking down Shields Road, the main shopping thoroughfare, I heard this barnstorming  track by ELO. I was by now tuned to a seventies wavelength and Don't Bring Me Down did not disappoint. I had to hang around until the end of track to get a full fix of nostalgia.

I wanted to take away some sort of souvenir from the tour, something that could act as a reminder of Byker and this afternoon spent walking around in the footsteps of Sid Burn. Finally, it was this miniature curling stone that I took away with me. I chose it because my grandfather was a stone mason and settled close to the Ailsa Craig, an island famous for producing the top-quality curling stones and which does itself look a little like a giant curling stone rising our of the water. 

I also came away with a copy of North East History, which looks like a great read. Focussing upon the labour history of the North East, it chronicles the world he grew up in. Because my family is mixed in terms of where it has come from and where it has moved, I lack a strong connection to any single place. Looking at this closer, however, that is itself a condition of a significant portion of the the working class: they followed the work wherever it was offered. Seen as migrant labourers from North East England and Southern Scotland, a more distinct  identity to my family emerges and, while this tour of Byker did not reveal a specific genealogy, it did make clearer this broader affinity. Rather than being from a family with no history, then, I see there is great effort being made to describe and understand how they lived. To describe is to value, and to value is to give greater dignity to their lives. Keep up the good work!

Monday, 31 July 2017

Tour workshop in Hong Kong: August 26 - September 03

I'll be returning to Hong Kong to lead a nine-day workshop on creating tours in late August  early September. This will be a great opportunity to work, with a concentrated group of participants, on making artistic and cultural tours from start to finish. I'll be joined by Yuen She Hung and Indy Lee in giving this course and at the end of it all of the participants will have created a tour of their very own. Hong Kong is already an exciting city but I'm really looking forward to seeing how I can help people tell different stories and show less familiar sides of the city. This can only make for a richer still experience of Hong Kong. The course will be given in English but details of it below are provided in Chinese.








地點:社區文化發展中心 / 碧波押 (上海街404號)  待定

Bill Aitchison 工作坊

日期: 2017年8月26日    (星期六)          早上10:00-下午5:00
         8月28日- 9月1日  (星期一至五)   晚上8:00-10:00
         9月 3日                 (星期日)          早上10:00-下午5:00

*早鳥* 註1    優惠費用: $2,200
                     正價費用: $2,500





課程重點:文化是幽靈,社區是異域,真實的人是載體。載體要自覺,才可跟幽靈握手,在異域覓路。自覺來自情感和想像,導賞就是讓人深思現實的另一百種可能。雄仔叔叔以獨特的工作坊形式和香港實踐經驗,豐富了Bill Aitchison工作坊的外國經驗。



課程重點:行行重行行,停下來,看著路邊的風景。遊走社區與街道,觀看著人來人往的場面,一齣齣未經綵排而又活生生戲劇場境,活靈活現。李俊亮以他的獨特工作坊和香港實踐經驗,豐富了Bill Aitchison工作坊的外國經驗。

全程投入參與  Bill Aitchison X 雄仔叔叔 X 李俊亮   
*早鳥* 註1           優惠費用: $2,800
*會員* 註2           優惠費用: $3,100
*永久會員* 註3    優惠費用: $2,200
                            正價費用: $3,400

註1 : 於8月10日或之前報名可享早鳥優惠
註2 : 申請成為CCCD一年會員費用$100,並可於報名其他工作坊享有優惠
註3 : 申請成為CCCD永久會員費用$1000,並可於報名其他工作坊享有優惠



Dr. Bill Aitchison
英國藝術家 【】,是個著名運用場地而構思和進行演出(Site Specific) 的表演者。 Bill曾經在世界各地,創造和策劃各種多元化的實驗性旅遊,使人重新想像城市,並如何敘述城市與我們之間的故事。他曾獲英國倫敦、Bath等地的旅遊局邀請,設計文化旅遊路線,及以Tour of All Tours讓人一口氣品嚐別具一格的導賞旅程。

阮志雄 Yuen Che Hung  (雄仔叔叔)
講古佬,也寫詩。70 年代社運青年,於 1994 年成立「慢慢走工作坊」,自始成為全職工匠,製作想像的真實。對象有小朋友、學校、社區中心。2012 年加入「四圍講古」,推廣講古文化。雄仔叔叔在深水埗在地的文化旅遊,以講故事模式出發。由現實到超現實,讓人進入深水埗深雋之旅。

李俊亮 Indy Lee*
劇場導演、演員、戲劇教育工作者。早年畢業於香港演藝學院戲劇學院,後獲英國Royal Central School of Speech and Drama 應用劇場碩士。過去參與不同劇團的創作及演出,亦為學校及機構策劃及推行藝術教育項目。現為香港演藝學院表演藝術教育主任,香港藝術發展局大會委員及戲劇組主席。生於香港,在深水埗長沙灣長大和學習,曾在十年內遷居到十個不同的地方。李俊亮的文化導賞充滿戲劇和表演,讓參加者共同參與。


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Friday, 28 July 2017

Way-Losing Brussels

The day before going on this Way-Losing Tour, I visited a friend in Molenbeek, the neighbourhood much in the news as a hotbed for jihad. It seemed perfectly OK to me, but I did hear from a friend living there that until recently it had seen a surge in terrorism tourism. Looking out from on high, I saw more of Brussels than I've seen before: towers, hills, houses and parks stretching out afar. I didn't realise that it would be amongst these very same buildings we'd be passing tomorrow. 

The starting point, this statue in Grassmarkt, the time, 2PM. The city-centre with it's convenient signposts and cultural centres soon slid away. We rang the bell of the The Magic Mountain but nobody was in. We walked on.

We cut a line northwards, a direction we were mostly unfamiliar with, and we seemed to fall on the right-hand side of the main train tracks. Whilst I don't really know the city, I know this train line only too well so it was important to move away from it. This meant steering a path around and away from the red light zone that seems to ooze along the side of the tracks of the north station. 

I had never previously realised just how hilly the city is. This can be both an asset when getting lost and also land you with bad surprises: you can happen upon a view that immediately locates you. These hills were at first a blessing and then later became something to avoid. Over time we gravitated to the valleys. To get lost, we had ourselves to become hidden.

Of all the Way-Losing tours so far, this was perhaps the most elegant. Where previously Way-Losers have often found ourselves drawn to the margins of the city, sites beyond the reach of designers and even the law, in Brussels we seemed to be accompanied by a steady stream of art deco buildings.

We all knew far more than we realised. We kept on stumbling across places we didn't know we knew, landmarks that prevented us from fully leaving behind the city and coming face to face with something other. 

For no more than fifteen minutes did we reach our precarious goal of being lost. That is when the discussion warmed up. We saw the police interviewing residents at the door, the stories of crime surfaced once again, but so too very particular details. Businesses that had fallen on hard times, unusual names, ambiguous signs pointing in all directions. Yet, even when lost there was a presence surrounding us that could not be wholly forgotten. Planes making their approach to the airport and hills upon which tall buildings threatened to reveal us at every corner.  

Finally it was the train line that brought us back to reality but it did so in a curious way: it led us to Magic Land. Once again we stumbled into theatre, once again the city was offering up a polished version of itself that was not quite real, but not for one instant did we break into the backstage of Brussels and discover the dressing rooms where the city's make up is painted upon it transforming street to stage. An elusive city, then, a city that has faces for all occasions, a city with a resisting embrace.