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I am researching the life of Leonora Carrington at the moment and soaking up her art.  She was an incredible artist and the last living surrealist of her time.

This week I have been separately inspired by the work of a couple of different artists, firstly the playwright Wajdi Mouawad, and also choreographer Crystal Pite.

I have just finished an incredible and exhilarating month of work on a project with my company In Transit Theatre, devising and developing our new production They Call Me Nina.

I recently had my mind blown after a visit to the planetarium in Cuzco. For several reasons…

Here is just a little patchwork of the imagery, poetry and some snapshots of my wanderings over the last two months leading into They Call Me Nina, in London, Sydney and Lima.

I am currently touring rural UK again, with another show specifically created for village halls. The play is about Iran, and it is also a feast. This for me, is theatre in it’s true form; vital and pure.

I have just returned home from a fantastic adventure in Iceland. The expansive landscapes and humbling presence of nature in everyday life is blindingly beautiful.

Earlier this year I found a poem written in my Grandmother’s Grandmother’s journal (so my great, great Grandmother!) dated around 1876…

This week I have seen three productions in a row of outstanding immersive theatre. What I loved about all three was not necessarily a reinvention of wheels, but the simple and clever distillation of theatrical language and human connections.

Every time I experience a moment of perfection, inevitably a sudden realisation that this moment will soon be gone sends a chill through me.

Last year I was roped into a knitting project while interning at the Battersea Arts Centre for their production of BABEL (co-produced with Wildworks and World Stages London).

I am travelling in Italy for the first time and am overwhelmed by the amount of beautiful things!

On the road at Howick Village Hall, Northumberland, an adventure to discover the real Earl Grey was calling our name.

Working on In Praise of Elephants both main characters are at odds with their domesticated surroundings, searching for purpose, identity and longing to be wild. 

I’m constantly inspired by our fascination in creating mythology or simply resurrecting and re appropriating the old.

My first experience of village hall touring, and I have been overwhelmed by the generosity of each audience and respective community we visit. Down to earth, intimate storytelling.

One of the most memorable and, mind the pun, moving pieces of work I experienced recently over the summer was called Walking by Robert Wilson; part of the Norfolk and Norwich Festival and London 2012.