I’m not entirely sure how I feel after the performance yesterday.
Good, I guess!
I sat in Studio 3 wearing only my boxer shorts, showing that I had nothing to hide and was going to share everything, every little insecurity and issue was on display for all to see. I then talked through my issues, likes and dislikes for the duration of one hour.
After all the nerves and anxieties of having no script and not knowing exactly what I was going to say, everything seemed to come together very well. The live link into the offices for the interactive audience worked well, and as for the amount of people who came upstairs to watch through the window… Wow.
The interactivity of the audience in the office and those who were, in some cases, over 200 miles away was an element of the piece that I am the most pleased and proud about. When I felt I was flagging and ran out of things to say, those people talking to me via the use of my Twitter feed were of a great help and support. Comments such as “You have a nice smile” and “nice abs” were weird but lovely.
The constant updating of my Twitter feed projected on to the wall felt very uplifting and showed just how much people were paying attention to what was being said. Because I was busy with my performance, I had Jimmy Morehouse update Tweets from me to my personal Twitter feed to display what it was I was talking about at any time using the hashtag #Catharsis. This way people who were many miles away knew what was happening. The only way I can think to improve this would have been to use a live feed to stream from the camera online. That is certainly something to use should I ever wish to do this type of performance again.
The passive audience, as I wanted the window crowd to be, became interactive. So many people these days own Smart Phones with the Twitter App installed on it that they quickly realised they could watch from above and Tweet directly at me. It could be argued that I should have enforced a no phones policy for my performance but that would have gone against the feel of my piece. I wanted my performance to be fluid and unrestricted, I was baring all and hiding nothing so why should I enforce rules upon my audience? I’m glad things happened the way in which they did.
More to follow!