Saturday, May 20, 2017

The Dissection Room at Summerhall is not as classy a space as the Sculpture Court but the costumes that swept through it last night proved that QMU has students as inventive and skilful as any in the city.  One of the most interesting aspects of the show was seeing how different students had visualised the same character.  They showed a couple of Mrs Peachums and at least three Lucy Lockits from The Beggars Opera.  One of those (alas no picture) was a decadent looking Lucius Lockit.

No picture of Lucius because as at the Art College snapping was a bit of a distraction from simply enjoying the show.  But I did take some and here are one or two that I particularly liked.
Lavinia from Titus Andronicus.  A trio of lads in Regency costumes rushed out after her to wipe up the blood that dripped from her mouth and dress onto the floor.  They performed a similar service for those who cast off some of their garments as they paraded, like the Marquise de Mertueil from Les Liaisons Dangereuses.
Of the forty three students whose work was featured only two were male, an imbalance that maybe needs to be addressed just as efforts are made to encourage girls into STEM subjects. Maybe.

Anyway here's one boy's dance outfit.
Suitable for all forms of dance he reckons.  As long as you don't need to see where you're going.

At the show I picked up a flyer for an open air production of As You Like It by QMU Performing Arts students and staff, including I imagine the costume students.  It's in early June.  For my comfort if not safety from being rained on I've chosen a seat rather than a spot on the grass.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I recall a poem from my schooldays, by Keats (I think) entitled "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" expressing the poet's awe on discovering a scholarly work about the classics.

I would like to think, I have had a similar mind-boggling experience in scrolling through this author's website and delving into "Brian Blether's" for the first time. My feelings are enhanced by the fact that I knew this man, in person, many years ago and encountered him once again only a few years ago at a 50th wedding anniversary celebration, hosted by mutual friends in Brighton, to which we were both invited.

It is gratifying to reflect on this impressive corpus of work, not only to find admiration and respect for his enduring dedication to task but above all to rediscover his gentle prose and modesty of intellect, reflected in the rolling subterranean wit that babbles along softly like a highland spring, and which is never ever too far below the surface. He writes as he used to talk many years ago, with a fine intelligence, honed by a life of travel and camouflaged somewhat by a genuine concern for the well-being of his readers.

"Mait tu, a Brian". I'm sorry I didn't delve into your musings earlier.

Best wishes, Tony King