Author: Edward
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Luxury
I have had the very good fortune to develop a connection with an artform that I was almost completely ignorant of, one that I find captivating, uplifting, challenging and deeply meaningful. Perfume. My first encounter with perfume was a miniature of 4711 that lived for decades in the bathroom cabinet of my parents’ house. I…
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Failing Forward
Pictured above is the storyteller Clare Murphy, photographed by Paul Blakemore for her show The Liar King. It was while watching Clare Murphy and Blindboy in conversation at Bristol Beacon a powerful sense arose in me that I must return to fooling in public. To tell the stories that can only be found in the…
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Thoughts on Philippe Gaulier
“You go and sit in the darkness, only the beautiful ones get to stand in the light” I left the stage but I couldn’t make myself sit, I stood still facing away from him. I knew that if I sat something in me would die forever. I did not sit, I walked to the door,…
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Why am I like this?
I am topless and I have smeared myself with bolognese, it’s the christmas party.
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The Face Game
This piece will soon be old enough to vote and I last performed it over 15 years ago. So I was pleasantly surprised to get an email from Harun Morrison asking about it. It got me thinking about the piece, the time it was made in and who I was back then. Here we are…
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Circus City 2025 Reflections
Attending the launch of the Circus City programme was a joyous moment, the collection of work that the team had curated felt like a profoundly hopeful expression of care, struggle and connection. So I got myself a festival pass in order to see as much of it as possible. Turns out the festival was even…
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What’s all this about?
I thought I would start blogging again. What on earth would motivate someone to do that in 2025? Hope. What’s there to be hopeful about? I really don’t know but I think there is some interesting dignity to be found within baseless hope. I don’t need things to get better. I just need to keep…
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Nesting
I thought today about the black box, about story, about how the past is nested in to the present. Sight first evolved in the oceans, gentle sensory depressions in the surface of vastly distant ancestors. Now through all these generations the sea is still nested within our eyes, those salty tears diluted over time to…
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I still hope
It has taken a long time to sit still. I needed to find the right balance of inputs, you know too much of anything sends me into a state of disbalance. So now I have consumed the correct amount. I have maintained my macros, for weeks now, the correct levels of daily nihilism and metamodernism,…