Thursday, September 30, 2010

Left my clothes infront of the heater

I want to write about all the great tour times, all the faces we met and everything great that ever happened, but somehow a perpetual stress and anxiety has really taken the wind out of my writing wings.

I feel more like running. Like I have all this excess energy and I'll run until I hit a wall, smash through it. Then run till I meet the next wall. I'll smash a hole through that one too, and then with the next and the next. Until I have smashed many holes. A straight tunnel down the centre of the city and I can look from one end to the other. And then as I look down the tunnel, peoples heads will pop out and look around and back in confusion. I will run. And others will join, and our shoulders will hit the edges and our tunnel will become bigger until.... Like a wave. I think you get the picture. We'll go swimming.

Still haven't seen the ocean on the east coast.

Stress is making me emotionless. Can't deal with other peoples crap at the  moment. Washed my sheets today. Left the heater on and almost burnt the house down. Somehow I really like these photos. Need saving.



Friday, September 3, 2010

Scary Week Ahead

So I've been feeling lately like all my friends are isolated from each other. It'd be great to have a party soon. Some deboarchorous mixing pot of distorted faces. Actually, it would be scary.

Next Wednesday I'm going away to Sydney Fringe Festival for Retinal Damage. Really looking forward to performing it again. It's looking really good. VERY excited to see what people think of it's second re-incarnation. This time around, I'm performing with Miss Maya Ruin, who is lovely, and very talented creative girl. She's behind the reins of the slide projector!

From there Maya and myself part, and I go to Brisbane to performing in Under the Radar Program for Brisbane Festival. I've been developing a new work, Mothlight with my friend Naomi. The new shows got some really nice parts. Exciting. But anyway.. Much travelling soon.. But now, I must work! Thinking of having a slide night tonight but everybody's out of town. Feeling a little isolated........ kinda like my life is Retinal Damage. Maybe my life is Retinal Damage... let me just check.. Ok.. Yes.. It is.


PS. Mothlight is also playing in the Melbourne Fringe Festival in October. This is the most exciting season out of all of them. Melbourne Fringe Rocks and we have the best space for the show EVER!

Photos of late:

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Marmalade Toast

Hot marmalade on toast.
Attracts the attention of the birds.
Cut into triangles, sweet and burnt.
...
All the letters I never sent.
Will get-to-you, in there own time.
With unsent letters you don't regret,
You don't even need to write-back.
In the morning broken-down house.
House-mates sleep till well past twelve.
I get up early to burn the toast.
Sorry I can't help with the noise.
I'm walking home, late at night.
Blue spotted stockings keep riding past.
I'm sick of stepping on the snails
so I walk down the centre of the road.
...
A place I'd rather be. Marmalade sweet.
Suck-down cups of tea. Anxiety.

Place I'd rather be.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Galvanised Iron

Sound echo's around his head like the inside of a rainwater tank. His spine displaces from his body. He feels vacant. A ghost. Only dripping water and galvanised iron exists. His skeleton sits on a stool across from him; staring. Bashfully it plays sad slide guitar. Its wobbly jaw falls off. No voice. Only blues and cold welling echoes. The inside of a rainwater tank. At the least of time. There is music!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Places I'd rather travel

Words are garbling around in my head cavity, but there are too many. Hard to make out what they're saying. Something about being born in Mexico, some place more exotic then here.. And another voice about learning. Learning, when I stop I'll pack my bags. Can't make out.......
Making out. I saw some people kiss on tv.
Rosie keeps telling me boys are bugging her.
I feel like I cannot let anybody know all the delicate old things my innards know. Like if these things were to escape they would rampage unknown. Treasures in black cloaks and buttons. Reeling.
At least I can write letters to you about it.
If you would like me to write you letters just send me a google map of your address like Ingrid here...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Pleather

"I simply gave up the whole idea of making pictures as figurative metaphors for extensions in time and space, " he (Allan Kaprow) said of his shift from being an "action painter" to an "action artist."

I had a pretty obvious realisation just then. Ok. So I enjoy art which comes under the category raw and punky.. You know, stuff with the guts to be a stick in the mud. I think the biggest draw card for this kind of art is that it reflects the actions and interests of real people.
Now. Imagine somebody getting a tattoo of a rose, donning some steal-caps, shaving their hair into a mohawk and wearing a pleather jacket overnight -  because they thought the look was cool. And on that note I'll draw a threw line to Sydney Fringe - Which our show Retinal Damage is happily a party. Can't wait. We're gonna rip it up!

Friday, July 23, 2010

The pavement is hard

He comes to a standstill at the bottom of a tall skyscraper. He is looking up. The weather is cold and the buildings of the city are sleeted. Laying at the base of the building with his feet touching the wall, he stares up into a black void sky. The pavement is hard. Shoes dart by his head. He is memorised by the space. Vertical lines  begin to burn into his retinas.  He realises that if he lays there long enough he might just begin to fall! A cold shiver. A church  bell rings. He gets up in a hurry and without knowing it his head skims the sky.

photo by Marianne Tankelevich

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Moth Jam

Naomi and I just had our first jam / training session with Mothlight. So far, this is what we've made!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Spearmint Leaf

I know why.

Distractions.

"You don't remember in the morning as you kiss his closed eyes, watch them open, say how wonderful it is to watch somebody's eyes open, to be the first thing that they see. He says, Your mouth, Love, it's like a moth. A great soft moth thrumming against a windowpane in the house that I grew up in. But you swallow and ask what became of the boat. When you smile it is a boat, he says, and when you kiss it is a moth." (how a moth becomes a boat)

This. What kind of sweet? A Spearmint Leaf. Yummy but cutting. I don't think I've ever felt so satisfied. Slept so deeply. Woken so sad and unhinged. Other nights I'm more restless and we battle. "I love you Dear, but could you please move yonder."

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Spoons are the best!

AGREED!

Buttons.. Bobs.. Blings.. Strings. Horns. Top hats. Skins of cats. Suitcase market, should be fun. Join in an hour. Button bum?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

A change of location

"There is a castle on a cloud.. Sometimes I go there in.."

No counter points, no counter points, all clouds. Laying on the floor. Underneath the certain I can see the morning sky. I can hear a jack hammer and somebody bumping around behind me in the kitchen. I roll over and check. It's 7:30am. A smile. A comment, and I'm asleep again.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Sun laps break my back

Took this photo. The pool today at Spring Hill. Well.. It was yesterday. You see it's now after the witching hour and the Internet in all of QLD has crashed so I'm typing in Word.

I took this photo, and Liesel made me a cup of coffee better then you could get in Adelaide. After making the milk twice she still wasn't very happy with it, but I thought it was alright. This kind of light was rebounding off all the hard surfaces there. Sun is good for cheeks like us.

Three days ago I dreamt that I pin dived into a pool. And I kept going down down down. And I realised that the pool was much deeper then I expected it to be. And I started to get worried cause I was like 50 meters down and I didn't know if I was going to be able to get back up. Thought I was going to suffocate.

Now it's late. So exhausted. Overload mode. Still can feel choline in my eyes and I keep burping it cause I think I drank some too. Blockages tell me my ears got a good gulp. Body was freaking out from doing laps. So stressed. Kind of dyeing. Must look tough. Be a man. Think I'm still doing laps. Hope it works.


Sunday, June 13, 2010

Stay Bess Song Uploaded

Just to show how that song turned out. The sound guy for our show just came over for a meeting and also recored it. This is the first take -
http://www.myspace.com/skyegellmann

Gonna try write a song for every place I stay in Brisbane.

Also, Jessica Tremp has some new photos on Redbubble. Fucking Amazing. Love.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Stay Bessie

Asleep in my bed I look like a car crash.
Teal weatherboard house has an angry cat.
Feeling exhausted.
It's nice to hold a collapse.
Doors always unlocked and high ceilings hold. Us safe
smoking and drinking on the balcony.
I'm sad and missing the one who would write to me.
So I'm sitting with Bessie, good morning company.

Stay in stay Bess. Stay In bed half the day.
Stay in stay Bess. Keep me, I feel like a wonderful stray.

It's hard to be a sleep-in
when your rooms joined to the kitchen.
But it's nice being able to say good morning to a friend
while he's making his breakfast.
Something is coming, think I'll have to kill my darlings.
It's nice to hold a collapse. So I'm sitting with Bessie, Bessie, Bess.

Stay in stay Bess. Stay In bed half the day.
Stay in stay Bess. Keep me, I feel like a wonderful stray.

... All this and I should probably move on soon... All this and I have too much to do... All this and I'm forgetting my life, in limbo. A teal weather-board house.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Life at the moment

From my notepad:

Leaning forward over the wet garden
i'm having a headspin. If you
read somebodys handwriting enough your
own starts to mold to theirs.
-Woman putting children in her
car in the rain. I held your baby
while blood came from your toddelers
head & you yelled at your husband
over the phone. You threw the phone
at the ground.

"I'm a connoisseur of roads. I've
been taisting rods my whole life.
This road will probably never end. It probably
goes all around the world."
- The Movie: My Own Private Idaho

Phone keeps beeping at me. "It
better be fucking good." I cannot
return it's mechanical enthusiasm.
The drizzel is nice though. I'm sitting.

Sk

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Lovely Day

The light in my backyard will always be stunning. I stay inside laying under the carpet where nothing right or wrong. I put on this song and things get better.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Mothlight Show Preview

Hey looking for some advice for the show I'm making with one other for Brisbane Festival and Melbourne Fringe in September.

Here's the show description:

MOTHLIGHT
Award winning artist Skye Gellmann (graduate of the National Institute of Circus Arts), has created a new circus piece which tears at the essence of our primal dreams, desires, and inwardly destructive tendencies.

Mothlight is a collection of vignettes where the moth is used as a symbol for internal psychosis in relation to an industrial world gone astray. Here all extraneous elements have been removed to create a cold minimalism. Two acrobatic bodies are stripped by light, uninhibited, hyperventilating, dancing blindly, gleefully self-sabotaging, fleeting, lost, crumbed in smashed glass, flying backwards into the darkness whilst blind winged creatures emerge in their wake.

Here's the promo photo I'm thinking of using by Kat Ashworth:

What do you guys think?
Finger painters, theatre people, acrobats, urban monkeys, swamp dogs - I'm looking for a second person to perform in the show. Is anybody interested?
xSKYe

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Brisbane Pilgrimage

Going on a pilgrimage to Brisbane for 42 days from June to do the Theatre show Room 328.

Trying to drum up some attention for a bike and some places to stay.

X

ps. http://www.facebook.com/pages/Room-328/114783638544445 for Room 328
pps. Some photos from one of my last journeys into the sweat.


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

White weatherboard house on the hill

I'm going to copy straight out of my last letter to Jorja!

There is a dog over the alleyway which howls. I hear him a lot.

Yesterday I was at a place which excited me so much I don’t know if I can describe it. It is a house in Belgrave. There was a party there the night before and I stayed in the trailer of a friends ute. Went to sleep as Kookaburras started singing and the sun was rising. 5 of the most crazy artists I know had just moved into a 2 story white weatherboard house which was once a brothel. It’s halfway up a hill in a forest of 50m high trees and ferns. Spent the day elevated on the top veranda with a few peeps. When you’re in a forest your senses really prick up. I’ve always felt like I was born in the wrong time. I’m a hunter, not a glassy or servant. Walking through the forest I strayed from the path and for a while flirted with the life I couldn’t have.

The city is so abstract. I’m lucky to have such a green remote street. But the city makes you breath shallow and unless you are fully convinced by it, you feel so alone in it. My friend Becky Bonnet did a tarot reading for me. I’m in a Hermit stage apparently, but I think it has more to do with my constant reaction against the city which can really remove me in social situations. I’m always looking in on my life.

In knowing this and after being in the forest I think I’m going to dream a new way of living, cause I realise this lifestyle is making me unhappy.

I’m not sure what I’m doing but what you said about culling things which make you unhappy is so true. First I’ll start by getting rid of stuff. I need less.

Lets become primitives! Hunters with internet addictions who live in roof cavities’ and put on shows of great strength and agility.

OK.. Now I’m loosing the plot.

Back at the white weatherboard house, my friend Tina said she was driving a van down Punt road, and in the middle of the highway engulfed in traffic were 3 colourful peeps with bikes (us). She said you guys were babes and the scene made her day.

That was a great day.

Bii, Skye

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Chinese Pole - Through pain I'm born again


I did a pole training day. I wish I could show you my scars. It feels quite good to be in physical pain again! There is something about circus and sex drives which i think are quite linked. Maybe it's the pain element.

I would like to splice in lots of exciting pictures in this post. So I'm going to advertise the talents of photographer Jessica Tremp. These are some of my favourite photos at the moment.



Ok.. So I think my post show depression is clearing up. The whole, 'what am i doing with my life' questions. Training with avan today helped get some perspective. He's very good. Very exciting seeing the first half of his new chinese pole ruitien. It's total world class. Totally blows everybody in Australia out of the water, and better then anything i've seen anybody else do on youtube. Very inspiring.



Good seeing Avan and the Caravan of Dooom people training and it all feels quite positive being back to zero on a number of levels.

Going to do a photo shoot for a brand new project with Jessica soon I hope.



Been writing letters again too!

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Adelaide Fringe Report 2010

I just had sensory overload in Adelaide. I’m running on literally 3 hours sleep at the moment. I'm mainly writing this to reduce the anxiety I've had since I've been back in Melbourne the last day, re-adjusting to the quiet life.

Saw 12 shows over 4 nights. Yuri Wells and Red Bastard were my favourites.

Yuri Wells is a cleverly scripted one and a half man show. I can’t really tell you what it’s about, but I’ll just say it’s sensibly head-fuckie, I like it.

Red Bastard. Oh god. This show truly hate-fucks the audience (I mean he picked on me, and it wasn’t fun, it was horrible.. Even still, somehow I loved him for it). It’s a Bouffon Clown show.

“In the world of Bouffon, the audience is the joke. Bouffons show no vulnerability. Their great joy is to parody the audience, its values and flaws. This pack of grotesque outsiders engage and parody the audience with great joy, intelligence and charm. To play as Bouffon, is to celebrate, contrast & paradox! They are disgusting, yet beautiful. They hate you, yet they flatter you. The Bouffons are the ultimate manipulators!” (From an email by David Berga who plays the Red Bastard) Speaking of which there is a Melbourne workshop in Bouffon coming up end of March by the Red Bastard himself. Email info@davidberga.cat for more info. I'm thinking of doing it.

Back to the Fringe. I had a fucking good time. It’s just really nice seeing a lot of shows, and bumping into heeeps of friends and feeling like a Fringe-go’er. Getting into big parties and bars where it’s wall to wall with people who are dancing like it’s their last day alive. At one point I remember Cat from the Caravan of Doom dragging me around the dance floor. We started a badly constructed conga line. After a few laps, it was quite large. I was quite surprised when she doubled back to try make the line collide with itself. It did. People flew everywhere.

Most nights I was getting home when my parents were getting up to make breakfast. Then I’d sleep the boring Adelaide days away. There weren’t really heeps of high-lights.. Actually.. Fez in drag straddling me while I took photos during his act was pretty funny.. And I performed (quite terribly) in a cabaret act where I took off my clothes, got this guy to hit me in the stomach, and then sung a song on the guitar about my love of lan choo tea (doubled over on the ground). That was a rush. I think it’s mainly good just seeing shows and not having one. It makes things less egocentric and I feel like I have more fun at the festival. Although I did feel rather like a rockstar that night with my cabaret act, it was awesome :)

Will get a couple of rolls of photos developed tomorrow and then your eyes will bleed.

xskye

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

‘Inherently Scattered’ – Scattered Tacks - Article by Urszula Dawkins

Urszula Dawkins spoke with Skye Gellmann about stripping back the genre to its bare bones, squatting in South Yarra, and conversing with the audience…



‘Inherently scattered’ is how Silvertree and Gellmann’s Skye Gellman describes the three creators of Scattered Tacks . But you can’t afford to be scattered as you spin on a bowling ball or do a handstand on it, or balance three juggling balls on your spine. Or perform complex acrobatics on a darkened stage with just a high-powered torch strapped onto your head. It’s long way from traditional circus – for the audience, the oohs, aahs and squeals of delight are replaced by silence on stage, held breath and a straining of all the senses. By focusing on exploring objects – on the performers’ relationships to ‘things’ – Silvertree and Gellmann have created a tense, tender and compelling vision: in Skye Gellmann’s words, “a twisted, weird circus”.

Terri Cat Silvertree, Alex Gellmann and Skye Gellmann go back a long way – Alex and Skye are brothers and all three began their circus training as children at Adelaide’s Cirkidz. Between them they’ve collected a swag of fringe festival and other awards: Skye’s Asleep in a Secret won the Best Circus (2009) and Village (2009) awards at the Melbourne Fringe; while Shuttlecock! by The Rambutan Circus Collective, of which Alex and Terri are both founders, won the Best Dance/Circus/Physical Theatre award at Adelaide Fringe 2007. Scattered Tacks , created when the three found themselves all living and working in Melbourne, won the Melbourne Fringe’s 2008 Village award, and in 2009 has toured to the Adelaide Fringe, Brisbane’s Powerhouse and the Noorderzon Performing Arts Festival in the Netherlands.

Circus it may be, but there’s no glitz and glam, no spangles or sequins – indeed, no lighting or artificial sound whatsoever. The whole point, says Skye Gellmann, is to take the form back to its essential elements: the bodies; the people performing.

“First idea,” says Gellmann: “The reality of what’s happening. Second idea: to create something that had the least amount of gratuitous elements; that was really refined back.”

“We don’t try to entertain…instead we draw attention to things other than presenting tricks as a spectacle. We’re presenting them as realities, and trying to break them down.”

Watching Scattered Tacks is less a narrative journey than an ‘experience’; a heightening of the senses that takes place often in near-total darkness. The tension that builds around the group’s ‘tricks as realities’, illuminated and fragmented by harsh beams of light, is matched by an ethereal beauty at times as the same harsh light renders skin almost translucent, glowing beneath the performers’ simple costumes.

“Scattered Tacks is about the audience’s experience more than trying to communicate a story,” says Gellmann. “It’s about the senses, it’s about sight and it’s about hearing all the little sounds and drawing attention to the tiny details, and finding the joy in those little things. It’s a very minimal show – I guess to shift perspectives is important… You have to use different senses that you don’t use in everyday life, but also your sense of what a show should be.”

This fierce reduction of theatre to bodies, objects and an intently focused audience grew out of a reaction to the ‘performing monkey’ syndrome experienced at times by individual members of the group – Skye in particular has a ‘second life’ as a corporate circus performer.

“We have things to say about the world other than ‘look at my handstand’,” he says. “So we started pulling apart circus and seeing what else it could mean, other than ‘I’m going to show you this trick’.”

The high-powered flashlights and bare staging also reflect the location in which Scattered Tacks was created: a squatted apartment block in South Yarra where the group lived, worked and rehearsed for several months – initially with no electricity, and developing a necessary affinity to “sneaking around in the dark”. Surrounded by wealthy neighbours and squeezed between a high-rise parking station and a luxury car dealer, Skye says squatting was both liberating and alienating, and bred a sense of isolation that inevitably found its way into the show.

“I see it as a kind of blessing more than anything, because we actually had a lot of space… We had a whole apartment we were using as a workshop, so we could make stuff there; we had multiple rooms that were studios.”

“It’s hard to make a show in a room though, because a room is still a room, it’s small and restricting. But because we had restrictions as well as new freedoms, it just gave us new options, and it brought new discoveries.”

Even in a traditional theatre space, there’s a strongly intimate feel to Scattered Tacks, and although ‘audience involvement’ is not an overt intention, for Skye especially, it’s a crucial, if indefinable, relationship.

“I feel like I’m having a conversation with the audience sometimes about what I think, instead of trying to just impose how the audience feels… I let them feel things…”

Silvertree and Gellmann’s manipulations of teapots, bowling balls and an onion, among other things, reflect life in the darkened apartment block, but more tellingly, the curiosity of three humans about the objects they encounter. Their relationship with the viewer is a focused and absorbing collaboration that ranges from breathtaking tension to a shared understanding of human fragility, to joy and delight. As one reviewer has commented – it will be unlike anything you’ve seen before.

Scattered Tacks
by Silvertree and Gellmann
Arts House, Meat Market
Tue 16 to Sun 21 March


For information or tickets for all Arts House shows, go to the Arts House website

Thursday, February 11, 2010

SOOo, a Big Month..

I haven’t posted for a while, so I have lots to tell you about. I've just moved into a lovely house in Northcote. My housemates are really cool, and we have very loud conversations at 4 in the morning all the time. I really like them. I'm not manic anymore and feeling much more mentally stable. Still stressed about where the money is going to come from though. I would like to find a way that the world works for me! Not me working for the world. I'm thinking at the moment I would like to run my circus company more like a business. 
Also, my court case went well for Burglary and Theft (of a small bag of buttons from an abandoned warehouse). My brother and I got a diversion which means no criminal record! YAY! But a big fine instead! I’ve honestly been scared off being dodgy. It was quite funning having a Magistrate call us stupid though, and almost worth it for this.
Apart from this, I have a nice girl (who is very cute), and while relationships do my head in, I've been finding more independence in them and this one has definitely shaken up my reality (in a good way). Hmm.. I really wish I had more unravelling thoughts on things, but I guess I’d rather just keep all that stuff a secret for a while. It will come out in our next work, which I have begun planning for.
Please come over for a cup of tea soon and we can share stories about all the trouble we’ve been in!
Skye 

Cool,

First Promo:
SCATTERED TACKS at Artshouse, March 16 - 22
We received $20,000 dollars from the City of Melbourne to play in this season. It's probably the last time you'll see Scattered Tacks in Melbourne (Sad), so come!

Second Promo:
UNENLIGHTENED & ALONE at Adelaide Fringe, Feb/Mar
This is my friend James's first solo show. It's very good! :D


Saturday, January 9, 2010

Desk Head Bed


Found a nice desk today on the side of the road with many white and black keys inside, then I went swimming in a river. Now I'm in the house alone. It's getting dark and moths fly about. It's nice but so is company.

I have this song stuck in my head:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFmfncE-jD0

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

This place and time.

It is important for me to have some kind of basis of inspirations for my art. So. New house, new year, blah! What’s this place and time about?

Last year was about pressure. It was about homelessness. Hopelessness. Absurdity and insanity. It was about a sickening success. It was about excess and reduction.

This year perhaps is about:

I’m not focusing on “acts” this year. Acts are so boring. I would like to just make shows. A show can be 2 minutes, 8 mins (like an average act), it can be 2 hours. It’s just the way you treat the performance which is different.

I find the structure of performance pieces interesting. Not really interested in rehashing new versions of tired storylines and their structures though. I would like to make work which is quite structurally experimental / diverse. I would like to take into consideration different show formats for this.

I like fantasies. I particularly like the fantasies we create in our everyday lives. The problems which are built up to be bigger then they really are. The lies we tell without noticing because we believe them. The characters we play everyday and characters we want to become. The way different people change our character. The daydream within a mundane action. Small stories. The idea that every moment is a performance and we all play rolls given to us and created by us. Life is the performance, and our art is what we have to show for it. I’m interested to see how messing with structure can create and destroy fantasies.

Circus skills I'm working on are advanced hanstands, flex and stumbling. Financially useless (yet unique) tricks like a handstand on a bowling ball, or plank-of-wood stacking and face manipulation. Also some ridicules tricks like no-arm headstand on wood and solo-pole. Circus tricks still get me off. It’s good to be enthusiastic to play that character again.



I like matters of the heart. So I guess a lot of my art will be about people. Learning guitar and singing.. I like to write about girls lol.

My things still are going to be inaccessible and we’re going to get excellent audiences!

I would like to work on a few other peoples theatre shows, but I’m going to be more selective with the projects I get involved in. I’m going to create a lot of works with different people.

Slide Projection Night, will become a regular experiment at Medium Artsspace.

I would like to work from time to time with a photographer to create work for them to exhibit.

OH! AND I like sending letters. I like getting letters. I’ll create an address book. What’s your address? I’ll send you a letter.

Smell you later.. Skye