Off to a rolling jog

You've done 'team building exercises'. I know you have.

Well then reminisce with me:
There's a team building exercise that is a bit more convoluted than it seems at first glance.
Your team is tethered together and then instructed to complete an obstacle course.
Should be easy of course, but simple things like finding enough room to make all you limbs move properly are made more difficult by having to negotiate that space with someone who is tied to you.

ArtSpark is very much like that.
And on Friday night it felt very much like we negotiated that creative space and set off on a jog in a direction we all liked.

Friday night was a 10:30 meeting and the five of six who were available were all pretty tired. Ileana (who does in fact exist!) was coming from a show, and Dewey from work.

But it was a consolidation day.

It was the type of meeting where the ideas flow and you're pointing to another member of the group because the idea you're elucidating speaks to something they had been saying at some point in these last two weeks.

Dewey hadn't been able to make the Wednesday meeting (which featured a very nice homemade kahlua from Clay) and so began by going over the fifteen longhand pages he had accumulated since venting. There was a lot of synchronicity thematically with what we had been discussing at the Wednesday meeting. A lot of mistaken identity, misdirection and rejected personal narrative.

We bantered quite a bit in that hour and a half about ways to to manipulate the audience. Manipulate emotionally. Manipulate physically. Manipulate by any means necessary. We talked about what we wanted the form of the show to take.

We talked about crafting atmospheric music, an atmospheric radio show for preshow.
We talked about radically scaling down the acting space and making it VERY intimate... to manipulate the audience...


And let it be said that this was the meeting during which we agreed to add Aram Chaos to the team.
Who is Aram Chaos?

Aram Chaos is our seventh son of the seventh son.
Or daughter.
Mother, Father
Rock N' Roll Revolutionary
On Mars, or in your backyard, or at The Backyard.

Wanted. Hunted.

He Started the Revolution and now no one can find him.

Never mind the bollocks
here is Aram Chaos.