Each week I am looking at my work and my path to starting the Diploma in Creative Producing in November. Yesterday I received our first completed application and assignment, and I am awaiting a number of others. I am delighted…
Author: Chris Grady
Wonder at a ‘new normal’
From all the devastation of the fires across New South Wales and beyond last year, I was struck by a series of photos taken by my sister-in-law who went off to volunteer with BlazeAid for many weeks helping farmers to…
When This Is Over by Jamie Zubairi
When this is over,When the numbers have fallen,When we can give our neighbours a hug,When we can kiss our grandparents on both cheeks like they do in Rome,When we can whisper to our parents and our children “I love you”…
Looking for trainee unicorns
Each week, until November, I intend to use my blog to chart the development of the CGO Institute from the idea (Sat 28 March 2020), through launch at the virtual NSDF Conference (Sun 5th April – see blog Launch into…
Launching into the Clouds
A week ago I wrote a blog of Three Sighs below a picture of the Bridge of Sighs in locked down Venice. Today I write an energised celebratory blog under an image of the Edinburgh Festival Fireworks which may not…
A Blog of Sighs…
I sometimes use my blog to rant or share too much, and it makes me feel better. I hope this one will make me feel very perky by the time I’ve written it. And that it won’t make you too…
Glass Half Empty – top up needed
This week I have returned from an amazing trip to Russia leading a Musical Theatre writing laboratory with Eamonn O’Dywer in Perm funded by the British Council. I have arrived in a shitstorm of virus news, found that a planned…
Nudging people, chocolate cake and the gentle art of marketing
I create events and support projects which give people a helping hand as they navigate a forest of ideas, or the foothills of a mountain. I aim to offer a bit of nourishment and some time to help them look…
Prepare to be Surprised
I’ve been going to the theatre for 50 years I guess, and I still get a thrill from the feeling of being in a space a few moments before the show starts, as the lights fade, as the collective connected…
Congnitive Congruity now
I’m 61. My parents are dead. I have no brothers and sisters who knew me as a child. Noone really shared my childhood who is currently a close friend. It is not until 10-12 years old that I have photographs…