I’d like to personally invite you to my final degree performance at the University of Brighton. Over the past year, I have been working towards the MA in Performance & Visual Practices. Dirty History is one of the projects that arose from this period.
Dirty History is a sensual representation of sexual memory through ritual, soil, & time. The performance—consisting of ritual-like movements and autobiographic text—takes place along an expanse of 9,000L of compost. Through poetry, both live & prerecorded, I will introduce a sampling of recalled (markedly queer) intimacies and sexual memories. I will slowly unearth a history by working the soil and divulging memories, hoping to break down the performed ritual. For an hour, I invite you to sit with me in this mound of earth. Don’t worry. You’ll have a seat.
Thursday 11 September 2pm Friday 12 September 6pm & 8pm
All performances are free.
Sallis Benney Theatre
The University of Brighton
58-67 Grand Parade
Brighton BN2 0JY
These last couple of months have been quite stressful. Generally, I try to have a semi-positive outlook on what’s to come. However, as my final degree performance for the MA is quickly upon me, I find myself worrying about things I cannot control…ever! During this month, my mantra has been: “I have control over my body. I have control over the compost. I don’t have control over anyone or anything else.”—at this time, at least.
Admittedly, I’ve been away from the soil for a while. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve left cerebral-mode and decided to (literally) plunge my whole being into the earth in my rehearsal space at Uni. I have not been my best self; I have not been happy-go-lucky Ryan—perhaps I never was that person. hmmm? Being back in the compost, though, has alleviated a lot of tension in my heart and mind. I can’t really explain it any other way, but the soil is intoxicating in the most natural sense of that word. Touching it. Breathing it in. Lying down in it. I love it!