There’s a creakiness which pervades my creative bones at the start of the New Year. A time to catch up on emails, read a load of assignment submissions from producers, re-arrange the diary with meetings which were planned for “must…
Author: Chris Grady
Footsteps going forward – don’t dwell on the past…too much
[A quick pic when I turned – my balletic steps looking back across the dunes in Gran Canaria on Christmas Day..where I had walked] I know where I’ve been, but I don’t know where I am going. The challenge is…
My year in reflection – in lieu of Christmas cards.
Firstly may I wish you, dear reader, the most harmonious, peaceful festive season you could wish for – and a new year which puts a spring in your step, and a spark in your creative spirit. This will be my…
Brighton Rialto and Motherhood
I had the pleasure of spending time with the creators of the Brighton theatre venue The Rialto this week, Roger Kay and Lauren Varnfield. We were exploring their ambitions to move to being an essential, recognised, and commercially viable year-round…
Opening Doors – to experience theatre
For the last two weeks I seem to have been running around like a rather crazed theatrical being – part audience member, part promoter, part mentor & guide – and amidst it all I have clocked up some heartfelt and…
Hope and Despair
Hope and Despair flowed this week, and we have reminders of other global game-changers with the anniversary of Kristallnacht (despair), the Fall of the Berlin Wall (hope), Armistace Day (hope after despair), and even a reflection on our trans-atlantic differences…
Owning our pronouns – he, she, they, it, I and we
Last term I sat in a rehearsal room led by one student as they began a “meet and greet”. A circle of chairs with a group of individuals who were gathered to get to know each other and then work…
Calais – Three degrees of useful separation to save 1500 lives
Those who read my blogs will know that I am near despair to see what a Grady can do to help 1500 young people who are literally packaged in containers awaiting dispatch, with no water or food from the government…
Calais – my tears and my anger
I’m on a posh train, can’t find my seat, standing in floods of tears (not because I can’t find my seat), too tired to walk the ten coaches or so to find my place. That feels a fitting end to…
Calais – as the Jungle is dismantled
For 100+ volunteers in the warehouse a few miles from the Jungle camp, it is business as usual (as I first type this on Day 2 of the evictions). My colleagues and I spent a day sorting donations from supermarkets,…