so a woman leaves the space via a
giant vagina after performing labiaplasty on herself with bacon, a man uses
rubber gloves to talk about care and loneliness, I stand in a room but through
technology am in a wood the first time and then on the beach the second -
surrounded by birds, watch the question chicken or egg performed by a woman
'black faced' with electrical tape, understand our culture through repetitive
action, a flower emerges, a doll emerges both from within body orifices, people
in costumes created from the DIY store explore alienation, mirrors are used to
present ideas and a vagina, a whisper takes my breath away and so much more -
yes I have emerged from Spill a little bit wiser and a little more open. I was
struck by the respect spill audiences have for the space of performing
especially as I walked late through Ipswich. check out tweets - @BicknellLes some photographs of the aftermath from the performances.
