Yesterday afternoon I laid out my twelve Chinese Zodiac animal paintings, donned a beautiful Chinese jacket and told animal tales for 45 minutes to an audience of about 25 people.
There was much nodding and smiling and encouragement all the way through.
I did attempt to film it but for some reason ended up with a dozen 2 second clips from the first few minutes instead of a continuous recording. Such are the joys of Mercury retrograde, perhaps. I have, however, been promised photos, which will be shared soon.
It was so much fun to see a whole set of stories come together and to get such wonderful
feedback! This was my very first completely solo set and I can’t help thinking that this is one particular show that will return again…
Anyone fancy hosting a session of animal themed storytelling?
Thank you to Krystyna who opened the door to me and the wonderful Chinese workshoppers who made me feel very at home in that room… not to mention the rest of the audience who, upon hearing that there was to be storytelling, immediately (and literally) pulled up chairs and sat waiting patiently for silence to fall so the tales could begin!
View the Paintings Here!
Sometimes you have an idea and you just have to offer it to the universe to see what happens.
I heard about the anniversary of the Confucious Institute in Lampeter and thought… why not? So I visited the Lady in charge and offered to do some paintings. During the conversation I mentioned that I’m also a storyteller and her eyes lit up! It was settled.
This month I had the go-ahead and have since been painting furiously and pulling together Chinese folklore about the animals of the Chinese Zodiac, weaving together a set of tales to entertain, educate and inspire.
Today’s challenge? How to transition from tale to tale, woven within a bigger story. And how not to get distracted by all the other delicious fairytales that keep peering through the window, knocking on the door… What is your biggest storytelling challenge right now?
I’ll be performing A River of Animals in Lampeter on Saturday 27th of September, see you there!
… head over heels over head…
… … … landing heavily with a THUMP.
I remember one evening at Picton Castle in Pembrokeshire. There was art everywhere, coloured lights in the trees, poetry and performance, story and song.
Arriving was like stepping into another world. And, as we know all too well, Other Worlds come with their misadventures too.
I was so happy and loving every minute of it. I skipped off ahead following the trails my feet were finding for me, merrily diving into the darkness and trusting to my night vision (which had proved reliable thus far!) when suddenly my feet encountered a root, I looked down, saw nothing and stepped a little higher to clear whatever it was…
*squeak* CRASH THUMP *ohhhh dear*
Completely head over heels I rolled over a two foot high log. And I swear, there had been NOTHING there a moment before. My pride was bruised more than my body, though I’m sure I limped a little as we headed home, giggling at myself all the way.
I’m sure there was the sound of faery bells and laughter as I flew through the air.
Anyway, I’m not expecting this adventure to go without a hitch either, but I’m here, ready to laugh at the tumbles as well as the twinkles as I gratefully brush myself off with a new tale to tell.