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CONVICT FOOTPRINTS AT THE FARM

A lovely summer's afternoon was spent enjoying some fascinating historical theatre in the grounds of the Bella Vista Farm.
A lovely summer’s afternoon was spent enjoying some fascinating historical theatre in the grounds of the Bella Vista Farm.

As I was chatting to New South Wales Governor Bourke about the 2 day bullock ride from Parramatta to Bella Vista Farm for the performance to which he was escorting me, I knew I was in for a treat. A history play performed by convicts about and on Bella Vista farm on a Sunday afternoon as the light dies over the Seven Hills. Yep, this is going to be good. An enamel mug of tea and damper with cockie’s joy. Wonderful.

Then one of those bloody female convicts stole my tea and scarpered off into the corner of the shed. Next a wanton strumpet came looking for male companionship asking my friend if she could borrow her husband. The poor urchin looked aghast when she said “you can have him” and scuttled away. A rather handsome male convict then tried to sell me a branch. Just a branch he had broken off a tree. A charming captain in a blood red cloak and holding a cat-o-nine-tails shooed him away to our relief. Continue reading CONVICT FOOTPRINTS AT THE FARM

The God Of Carnage @ The Tap

Jacki Nixon as Veronica and Yannick Lawry as Alan in the current revival of Yasmine Reza's THE GOD OF CARNAGE
Jacki Mison  as Veronica and Yannick Lawry as Alan in  Yasmina Reza’s THE GOD OF CARNAGE

I am a big fan of French playwright Yasmina Reza’s work. Reza is such a deft, subtle playwright. Out of the simplest of situations she creates poetic, poignant theatre.

In  her most well known play ART (1994) a professional man in his thirties has bought a hugely expensive painting, an abstract work of art, that he hangs oin the main wall in his living room. He invites his two best friends, also professional men, over for a catch up and to get their opinion of this latest acquisition. His two friends are aghast. They can’t believe their best mate has spent so much money in what they see as a vacuous, indulgent artwork. And so begins a play that has ripples of meaning going everywhere. The play ends up being very little about art and a lot about friendships and their very fragile nature. Continue reading The God Of Carnage @ The Tap