<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700</id><updated>2012-01-22T01:13:34.569Z</updated><category term='Project。'/><category term='Story Telling。'/><category term='ME。'/><category term='My Review'/><category term='My Research'/><category term='Ads'/><category term='Mururing Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Miss Dodgy   &amp;   Mr Weirdo</title><subtitle type='html'>Miss Dodgy &amp; Mr Weirdo are in the same body, but they never meet and won't ever meet each other.


PITY!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-7171881134981159637</id><published>2009-07-25T14:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:36:40.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project。'/><title type='text'>2009 A New Start。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SmsJcIhTT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8xFcR_EOJQ/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SmsJcIhTT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8xFcR_EOJQ/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362390160242855826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a new journey base on an old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understaning understanding understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new 'Understanding Drama'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's begin the journey, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of understanding ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-7171881134981159637?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7171881134981159637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=7171881134981159637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7171881134981159637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7171881134981159637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2009/07/2009-new-start.html' title='2009 A New Start。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SmsJcIhTT5I/AAAAAAAAAIg/D8xFcR_EOJQ/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-4801586291242561529</id><published>2007-11-08T09:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:08:31.397Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling。'/><title type='text'>Before-2。</title><content type='html'>Patient 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair-white&lt;br /&gt;The door-white&lt;br /&gt;The floor-kinda white&lt;br /&gt;The window frames-pale cool grey&lt;br /&gt;The gown-white&lt;br /&gt;The wall-white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face has a touch of rosey colour on the cheek bone, red lips which looks like it has just been put on some lip balm, dark brown eyes, brown eyebrows, black hair. He is wearing everthing against white and any cool, cold colour tones. That makes him ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient 39 doesn't care, really. Because the doctors are going to be white and this is the only way to let himself different to those monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine outside the white door is now showing '39' with a mechanical voice spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient 39 is thinking... truth or lie for this meaningless session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-4801586291242561529?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/4801586291242561529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=4801586291242561529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4801586291242561529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4801586291242561529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-2.html' title='Before-2。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-5296632254672175862</id><published>2007-11-08T09:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:07:58.282Z</updated><title type='text'>I Do</title><content type='html'>Igor Stravinsky。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Noces。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clark。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merce Cunningham。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yves Saint Laurent。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I saw some really amazing movements, phrases from the Cunningham technique, and started to appreciate the beauty of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr. Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igor Stravinsky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-5296632254672175862?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/5296632254672175862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=5296632254672175862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/5296632254672175862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/5296632254672175862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-do.html' title='I Do'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8038670569590240917</id><published>2007-11-08T09:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:07:00.940Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like dancing.</title><content type='html'>Victoria and Albert Museum-&lt;br /&gt;1. The Golden Age of Couture: Paris and London 1947-1957.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Art of Lee Miller.&lt;br /&gt;3. Collaborators: UK Design For Performance 2003-2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate Modern-&lt;br /&gt;1. The World as a Stage.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Unilever Series: Doris Salcedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbican Centre-&lt;br /&gt;1. Michael Clark Company: Stravinksy Project Part 3. (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;2. Seduced: Art and Sex from Antiquity to Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southbank Centre- Queen Elizabeth's Hall&lt;br /&gt;Rational Rec Goes Southbank! (Sat 10-Nov-2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadler's Wells-&lt;br /&gt;Rambert Dance Company: 17-Nov-2007, 24-May-2008&lt;br /&gt;La La La Human Steps: 2-Feb-2008&lt;br /&gt;Pina Bausch: 17-Feb-2008&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands Dans Theatre 1: 02-Apr-2008&lt;br /&gt;Random Dance: 12-Apr-2008&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix Dance Theatre: 29-Apr-2008&lt;br /&gt;The Ballet Boyz: 10-May-2008&lt;br /&gt;Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui-17-May-2008&lt;br /&gt;Dance Now Exchange:China/UK: 13-June-2008&lt;br /&gt;Akram Khan Company: 14-June-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southbank Centre- Queen Elizabeth's Hall-&lt;br /&gt;Henry Oguike Dance Company: 12,13-Mar-2008&lt;br /&gt;(WeiChun Luo is one of the dancers in this company, and she is my good friend, Hooray!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Theatre-&lt;br /&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8038670569590240917?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8038670569590240917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=8038670569590240917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8038670569590240917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8038670569590240917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-feel-like-dancing.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like dancing.'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8547268104081548826</id><published>2007-11-08T09:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:06:23.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mururing Nonsense'/><title type='text'>No, not today.</title><content type='html'>Someone comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;as everyone has the same chance to pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;or step into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was shining that day,&lt;br /&gt;But it seemed not to pay any attention today, &lt;br /&gt;even it was just right up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not today, &lt;br /&gt;the sun would not shine here.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't and nor do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears could not shed for any of you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, &lt;br /&gt;not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8547268104081548826?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8547268104081548826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=8547268104081548826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8547268104081548826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8547268104081548826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-not-today.html' title='No, not today.'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-1587190467080660892</id><published>2007-11-08T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:05:46.938Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story Telling。'/><title type='text'>1。</title><content type='html'>-How do you feel right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How do you feel when you lie to me that you feel very good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, Can you please tell me how to feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You are feeling bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Err, I don't think so. I am feeling good as I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You are feeling good just because you are telling a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So, just be honest, and you will start to feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Feeling bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, I will see you next week at the same time. Try to be honest, and tell me how that feels next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-1587190467080660892?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/1587190467080660892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=1587190467080660892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1587190467080660892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1587190467080660892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title='1。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-7386421596227128015</id><published>2007-11-08T09:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:04:24.946Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mururing Nonsense'/><title type='text'>"l'enfer, c'est les autres"</title><content type='html'>"Hell is other people."&lt;br /&gt;by Jean-Paul Sartre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are my bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-7386421596227128015?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7386421596227128015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=7386421596227128015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7386421596227128015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7386421596227128015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/11/lenfer-cest-les-autres.html' title='&quot;l&apos;enfer, c&apos;est les autres&quot;'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-6376510259488171988</id><published>2007-09-28T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:03:59.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME。'/><title type='text'>Getting to know myself-1</title><content type='html'>After leaving the busy MA course, I finally have some time to be with my own, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that how much I grow up since last time I really aware of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident just happened week ago, and affected me quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be very emotional and upset, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm makes me feel creepy, because I can still feel that I want to be like that instead of being so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I decided to go on a diet. Try to do something not very good but won't do any serious harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , I wonder, I am doing this. &lt;br /&gt;If I need to cry or complain, and why shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just because I should be like a grown-up, but not like a child who's moaning about life?&lt;br /&gt;The fact may be as simple as that I could not face the truth and wouldn't want it to bring up the self that I have been hidden for years.&lt;br /&gt;How sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I would say that I am still very much like a child, especially dealing with love and relationships. That makes me feel ridiculous. Will get on with the madness and keep my bloody miserable life going on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MingX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-6376510259488171988?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/6376510259488171988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=6376510259488171988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6376510259488171988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6376510259488171988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-to-know-myself-1.html' title='Getting to know myself-1'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-3845327242888136471</id><published>2007-06-27T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:44:08.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE-Filming Dance</title><content type='html'>Have absolutly no idea how to use the internet album onto this blog, but it looks fun, in a way, click the cyberlinks if you are interested in something you cannot see at the moment, click on it, and you can see the actual pictures, MAGIC!!! We love internet, we love technology, aren't we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543079562/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543079562/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543079558/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543079558/in/photostream/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543175551/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/coldsprite/543175551/in/photostream/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62757664@N00/542902466/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6LGcBeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F1drMPDp4hA/s400/DSC08267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080750772876740066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B3JdYHo6XSU/s1600-h/DSC08270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/B3JdYHo6XSU/s400/DSC08270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080750777171707378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vJ_d36s6xnY/s1600-h/DSC08393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vJ_d36s6xnY/s400/DSC08393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080750777171707394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zJU1tGa5-Xw/s1600-h/DSC08395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6bGcBhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/zJU1tGa5-Xw/s400/DSC08395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080750777171707410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6rGcBiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fWYDTAJRvB4/s1600-h/DSC08396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6rGcBiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fWYDTAJRvB4/s400/DSC08396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080750781466674722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8209306042343432921?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8209306042343432921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=8209306042343432921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8209306042343432921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8209306042343432921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='UPDATE-Costume'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RoJz6LGcBeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/F1drMPDp4hA/s72-c/DSC08267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-7941905793403847905</id><published>2007-06-27T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:15:01.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I am back!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, here looks crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun have internet at the moment, but will keep putting as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-7941905793403847905?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7941905793403847905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=7941905793403847905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7941905793403847905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7941905793403847905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-i-am-back.html' title='Well, I am back!'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-7614844334313719502</id><published>2007-03-13T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:46:13.977+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Few Drafts。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RfcwHbyhXwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RWFWwAHlEic/s1600-h/Mood-flyer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/Rfcu8byhXtI/AAAAAAAAADw/1CpjAmfys00/s400/drawing+draft+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041549923651247826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/Rfctw7yhXpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sqX44-3z5oA/s1600-h/drawing+draft+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-7614844334313719502?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7614844334313719502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=7614844334313719502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7614844334313719502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7614844334313719502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/03/few-drafts.html' title='Few Drafts。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/RfcwHbyhXwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RWFWwAHlEic/s72-c/Mood-flyer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8450753529721047792</id><published>2007-03-07T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:46:43.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seagull。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anton Chekcov's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Seagull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Konstantin Gavrilovich Treplev&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;says the following line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Yes, I'm more and more convinced it's not to do with old forms or new forms, it's what someone writes not even thinking about form, but writing what flows freely from his heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How moving that is.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally not important it is conventional or  pioneer, but  to  say what our desires are and those we really want to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8450753529721047792?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8450753529721047792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=8450753529721047792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8450753529721047792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8450753529721047792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/03/seagull.html' title='The Seagull。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-7542275979492501350</id><published>2007-02-17T03:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:47:13.490+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>DECONSTRUCT</title><content type='html'>The word presents a very strong idea of what I want to do within the final show. Using adapted texts from various plays, performing by actor and dancers, putting video and sound recording along with the relation to costume.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the nature of performance, we all try to use as much visual language as we could to approach our themes. But for the little backup and mostly work on our own, things could be too ambitious according to the situation we are. As Magda once said to me after my presentation: It’s gonna be a Hollywood production. &lt;br /&gt;Got few question for myself as a push for me to get a little distance from where I am and cautions as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texts: Adapt one novel and two plays to examine the theme of love and sex, especially the way, how people act from our own desire. Hide or show? How much? And how to? Can the conversations in the plays and the words in the novel give us any clue or even one solution or simple answer to it? But there is always something beyond the words and conversations: humanity, which is always the main subject that theatre worked before, is working at the moment and will still work on it in the future. Will deconstruct the texts helping to get us a little bit closer to our wanting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance: A very poetic, abstract and organic form to show our feeling, which simply comes out from bodies. While I am thinking through this piece, dance became the element that seemed to be very beautiful and useful form. But at this stage, the ‘WHY’ of using dance does matter a lot, since I realised it won’t deconstruct anything from the subject conceptually and visually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video: An extremely trendy visual language in theatre. This area is the part that I have the most little confidence in the project for both filming and editing scene and skill. Although I do have something in mind that I want to use on stage. But it seems to be the weakest link since it has been considered less than other parts, so I am thinking of taking this off. Now, I will leave this to be subjective and try to work on it more and see where it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting and recorded voices: These two parts have the strongest connection. By playing three characters through one performer on stage and interact with the voice’s own characters from whom I record. Bring the subject of gender by role playing and changing. Voice will deconstruct the characters, and performer will so the gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use the deconstruction to find a way out and help me getting closer to the theme, and once the action started, it cannot be stopped by anyhow.  And since I am de constructing it, I should be braver to do it more, more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-7542275979492501350?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/7542275979492501350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=7542275979492501350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7542275979492501350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/7542275979492501350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/02/deconstruct.html' title='DECONSTRUCT'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-2844320233940218298</id><published>2007-02-12T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:47:38.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Got a call yesterday from friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me somthing happened to our friend who is now touring in China with her dance company. During few meals out after performances, one BRITISH guy started making fun of my friend’s English accent, and not just for once but three times. I couldn’t understand what’s so funny about that since she is the only person who understands and speaks Mandarin. Apparently, she ordered and explained the entire menu for them every time they eat out. Cannot think of any thing funny for a person make that kind of action towards other whose first language is not English. And after that, my friend cried in the hotel room for 5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;Very disappointed of this kind of action, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand as long as there is any difference, there will be different opinions. Races, sex, and so on. Unfortunately, I am now studying in the foreign country and I have told myself that I have to be prepared about this kind of things happen to me, especially I am far more complicated then just language issue. But the question is, should we be treated like this. Shouldn’t we show a little more respect to the people who are in the different situation or status?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-2844320233940218298?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/2844320233940218298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=2844320233940218298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2844320233940218298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2844320233940218298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-4157765958177511980</id><published>2007-01-15T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T01:46:01.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads'/><title type='text'>Henri Oguike Dance Company。</title><content type='html'>Check this performance from the website below, my friend is in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.rfh.org.uk/main/events/131859.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henri Oguike, one of the most musical choreographers of his generation, returns with his eight-strong troupe to offer a mixed bill of grandly expansive dancing and intuitive choreography. Green in Blue, performed with a live band, is Oguike's first foray into jazz and a new collaboration with saxophonist and composer Iain Ballamy. By contrast, two of Vivaldi's violin concertos breathe fire into Little Red. Inspired by Blake's poem The Tyger, the plucked strings of Steve Martland's score are reflected in the dancers' sinuous and feline movements in Tiger Dancing. Set to the quiet Saharan blues of guitarist Ali Farka Toure, Expression Lines sees Oguike evoke the harsh contrasts of equatorial sand and sky in a reflective solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-4157765958177511980?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4157765958177511980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4157765958177511980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/01/henri-oguike-dance-company.html' title='Henri Oguike Dance Company。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-189774905259369948</id><published>2007-01-15T01:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:48:10.001+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Certificate Stage Prsentation。</title><content type='html'>12th Jan 2007&lt;br /&gt;Wimbledon College of Art&lt;br /&gt;Small Seminar Room&lt;br /&gt;Douglas O'connel&lt;br /&gt;Jordan McKenzie&lt;br /&gt;All VLP students &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know the result for mine was good or bad for everyone apart from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance piece weren't very nice due to the small space and the different floor that I practiced before. Few mistakes happened, and didn't show the best of me( tho it won't be much more difference from the one I presented anyhow). The oral part wasn't that well which was exactly I expected. Things could not be clear enough throught my language ability, and answers to the question from people seemed to confuse everyone a bit. I would say, I hope I can do it better for next time. Few notes from the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gendre issue, which is quite big and serious problem that I have been thinking the way to explain and give a good reason for it. The inspiration came from "role play" as the idea from Muller's "Quartet". Through one actor, or I would say one body to express the idea of accusations, struggles and the debat of oneself. Now am thinking of let Valmont appears on stage shortly to make all the idea stronger and can be questioned next time. The same body will represent the all the human but not only for any specific gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. End of MY story. I think I sould change 'non-narrative' to somthing less extreme. There will definitely be a narrative of my performance, but compare to the origrinal story and the play from Hampton, it will be closer to the idea of Muller's which he left only the basic relations between characters and abstracted all the plots and events that happened. The narrative will be in between real and surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Should be more and more problems. Will do them later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-189774905259369948?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/189774905259369948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=189774905259369948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/189774905259369948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/189774905259369948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/01/certificate-stage-prsentation.html' title='Certificate Stage Prsentation。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-1787050131586088952</id><published>2007-01-10T02:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:48:21.292+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Marquise de Merteuil。</title><content type='html'>A woman who knows how the world in men and women runs when she was a child. She trained herself into a perfect performer in front of everyone. She follows and listens to her desire, shameless and tough. For her, ‘love’ is the emotion from the inferior level, and only losers who will believe in love. That is a word of joke, she does not be bother to say it, or even think of it. In the play and screenplay adopted by Hampton, they all show a very tough feeling of her and has all kinds of scheme to what she wants. But in film ‘Valmont’, Marquise de Merteuil who played by Annette Bening, expresses another possibility of Merteuil: a naïve, lovely and very feminine. The most extraordinary part is how complicated she is, how many masks she has and how she can change them easily. She is like a bottle of well-made red wine which has the best quality. Thousands of flavours in it, and from the very beginning when you taste it until you swallow; those flavours just surprise you in different part of your mouth and throat. What a sensational treat! However, she actually needs someone to love and always be with her desperately, and she thinks she is born to be the avenger for women. The two extreme philosophies made her the Merteuil she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-1787050131586088952?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/1787050131586088952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=1787050131586088952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1787050131586088952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1787050131586088952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/01/marquise-de-merteuil.html' title='Marquise de Merteuil。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-2955540690967350864</id><published>2007-01-04T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:07:39.882Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Dance Improvising。</title><content type='html'>At the End of the holiday with working in theatre, finally decided to do some right things: My own project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still stick with the very dangerous liaisions between the two female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of thinking of my "research", I rather say it's my piece. In that case, I will like it more than doing "research". It's quite hard to explain this feeling. Anyway, it's odd that you create somthing to "research" a very acdemic topic by performance. Art is what I want to do, to express, to explain. Very difficult to decribe indeed, cannot be bother to say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help with my friends, we had two short dance concept been choreographed few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describing two different mantality from the characters in the novel mentioned in one archive I wrote before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things need to done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find some words translated to express the concepts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft of costume or dance or just research for all the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thx to Yun-Hsuan, Wei, Kuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all fu*king brillian, Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-2955540690967350864?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2955540690967350864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2955540690967350864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2007/01/dance-improvising.html' title='Dance Improvising。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-4085825200879122713</id><published>2006-11-28T23:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:48:35.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Les Liaisons Dangereuses。</title><content type='html'>Final piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of talking female desire through three mediums: Film/Vedio, theatrical performing and dance.  Trying to use their unique story-telling languages to decribe female desire from characters. Hope can examine how text and costume can be purify and change to apply to the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, a special thanks to Magda, who reminded me the amazing play and novel 'Les Liaisons dangereuses'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in my second year, I was a rehearsal assistant of this play production. &lt;br /&gt;I was amazed by those characters and the lines came from their mouths. &lt;br /&gt;Those strong desire and love has been written perfectly and extremely, but still present the most guenuin personalities like the people aroud us. The novel was written in 1782 by Choderlos de Laclos, and now it's still cutting  the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will adopt two different characters from it.  Monologues will be taken from the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, will look the play with the same name written by Christopher Hampton, 'Quartet' written by German playwright Heiner Müller. Films: Les Liaisons Dangereuses (1959 and TV Series 2003), Dangerous Liaisons (1988) and Volmont. Dance: Rosas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-4085825200879122713?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/4085825200879122713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=4085825200879122713' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4085825200879122713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/4085825200879122713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/les-liaisons-dangereuses.html' title='Les Liaisons Dangereuses。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-2507901303779663263</id><published>2006-11-18T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:56:51.058Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mururing Nonsense'/><title type='text'>A question after Central Saint Martin's MA Scenography graduates' performance。</title><content type='html'>Couldn't say more than "interesting" to describe the performance, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from standing all night during the performance and trying to concentrate after the critical studies lecture and cross course crits all day, I quite enjoyed the vibe there, evoked me the all times: watching all the student works, which were called "experimental theatre pieces".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the question, rather than being critical to the performance. A critical quesiotn that I have been asking myself since I started studying theatre and knowing performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much should I bare for the lack of perfection from student's work (of course, nothing could be perfect!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the "experiment" has no longer exist anymore in theatre because there is always somebody doing the thing that we think is experimental and even much better than we do. So I would say that is a method we are using to approach or achieve what we want, rather focussing on creating a "new form" or "experiment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the graduates from CSM did not give that feeling of they want to show a new form of theatre to fresh our eyes and mind. But unfortunately, I saw too many major mistakes that shouldn't happen to a MA graduate student or even for a current MA level student. What I saw was like the students' pieces from the first or second year in my university in Taipei.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very typical:&lt;br /&gt;Interesting and somehow quite fresh and amazing ideas, concepts, texts.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of knowledges in how to control a performance.&lt;br /&gt;Immature skills of acting, blocking and directing directions, not only in performance but occured during rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I always try to see performaces as many as I can, to know how and what people are doing now in theatre, not matter good or bad, I learn more than just thinking in front of the desk and reading text, but every single elements they are using. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always question my self while I was in different level, even now I am a MA student. The problems and mistakes should come out with a higher level but not like a BA student. Therefore I am alerted by my lack of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trained to be professional, so I shall be and have to be.&lt;br /&gt;Be critical to my self and keep a self awareness like an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never and never enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-2507901303779663263?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/2507901303779663263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=2507901303779663263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2507901303779663263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/2507901303779663263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/question-after-central-saint-martins-ma.html' title='A question after Central Saint Martin&apos;s MA Scenography graduates&apos; performance。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-6520415350353740627</id><published>2006-11-13T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:57:08.611Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>Thomas Ostermeier's Berlin Schaubühne production- Blasted (Zerbombt)。</title><content type='html'>How can it be banal but effective on stage? Here it is, German hit the Brit’s play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Kane, a playwright who you can only read her by now, is one of my all-time favorites. In “Blasted”, she used simple plots and characters in it, but to express a strong concept by both language and story. We usually expect to see how they are going to do with those sex related scenes and directions. How real they should be to convince us and buy their bills? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no such surprise from Thomas Ostermeier, how he deal with all that we want to see on stage. For a theatre student ‘s view, he was using ordinary ways to present those parts on stage, apart from skipping it, he did give a direction to solve it, though I would say it was normal. Here comes the point, why there should be anything new or amaing to shock or entertain audience, as long as there is something which expresses exactly what u want through texts, actors, set, lighting and so on. This is a great play I saw that clearly transformed what the play intended to communicate and say to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage has a huge turntable underneath the set (a hotel room). The use of it is quite poetic, especially the scene Ian and Cate have sex and the explosion after the soldier comes.  Came with explosion was not only just the turning room but with all the ashes felt from top of stage. Very beautiful images on stage indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting has an interesting design, and almost became the main visual element after the explosion, a massive wall full of four rolls of fluorescent lamps hanging up-centre of the stage. And it had various lighting textures followed by different lightness and darkness in the space. When the time it was off and on (or other way round), it showed the special effect only from fluorescent lamps.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting is another part that actors provoked the sense of terror and ordeal to us by using normal actions and lines from Kane, but I could tell they were fully equipped and prepared for the characters. Deep but simple, like a fresh tasty juice ads: “Nothing Added”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those I mention above aren’t very new or special from the history of theatre or performance, but that way he used it and combined those elements were successfully tell me both he and Kane want to express indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this play very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sarah Kane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-6520415350353740627?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/6520415350353740627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=6520415350353740627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6520415350353740627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6520415350353740627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/thomas-ostermeiers-berlin-schaubhne.html' title='Thomas Ostermeier&apos;s Berlin Schaubühne production- Blasted (Zerbombt)。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8555851585423359655</id><published>2006-11-13T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:07:57.521Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>The Cholmondeleys and The Featherstonehaughs- Yippeee 2006。</title><content type='html'>Maybe too amazing for me to bare it during 100 mins non-stop shocking and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful spelling for these dance companies caught my eyes as well as my ears. After some research of the companies, I got even more interested in their performance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big feast for both visual languages and sound, and still has their own style of choreographing. On the stage, there wasn’t many sets on it, simply took all the tabs and legs off, exposed the stage behind the proscenium. There were 8 (or 10) booms (or small scaffolds) with lighting on them. Music band (DJ set) was at up-centre. Very much like a post-modern style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costume was outstandingly designed by Simon Vicenzie. The style and amount of its own evoked me the colour and senses of circus. Alien’s shapes, full of funny and interesting ideas just like they were really having fun with clothes and no restriction with diaphanous trousers from which dangle an extra leg, ropes of pearls that come accessorised with gas masks and padded taffeta skirts that sport kangaroo tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choreography was also having its strong compelling weirdness-- chug in geometric formation; exotic tableaux are fringed with slowly fanning arms and legs; hands dance an exquisite kaleidoscope. But the cast never looks fully human, sometimes reverting to primitive animal mannerisms, sometimes simply twitching through ghostly, residual dance memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, I really could not bare for all the performance with lots of period which wasn’t a dancer standing out while they were busy changing their clothes on the stage. I would say it was totally an ordeal for me being an audience. Influenced by that feeling, I could not even enjoy the visual part since I was so tired of waiting and getting bored with that “post-modern” style of performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8555851585423359655?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8555851585423359655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8555851585423359655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe-too-amazing-for-me-to-bare-it.html' title='The Cholmondeleys and The Featherstonehaughs- Yippeee 2006。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-1992448605310464728</id><published>2006-11-02T23:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:08:12.758Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>Rosas Danst Rosas。</title><content type='html'>Rosas Danst Rosas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A film by Thierry De Mey (Belgium)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997, 35 mm colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minimalism-dance masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say as a performer, this is the kind of piece I want to perform. Starts with four girls, from floor to the chairs and then occupy all the space by those simple movements, the hands through hair, frown, pull jumper over shoulder, turn head and even a sigh, composed to a dazzling phrasing like poem. Her purified, calm and chastening compositions make me not just enjoyed the moments but the aftertastes that I every time think of it. The strong feelings of the desire from female bodies and feminine gestures are evocative of some parts of Pina Bausch’s works but in a gentle or even more delicate way just like poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards to my research or would say my interest in costume. It’s a example that I think very successful for dance on screen. Very clear, simple on lines and style that easily connect to “dancer” seemed banal, but in fact, very effective on a kind of language using minima feminine elements in colours and style but provoked that part mainly by movements and compositions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimalism have been using for applying to every kind of arts and designs for decades, even now some people feel fed up with it and started to crticise it, still, in terms of the shapes and ideas that contain so many things and keep in simple, can be fabulous and outstanding. Especially this piece was repertory in live performance in 80s’, but can be fantastic even nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things and ideas could now be totally new for performance. Just depend on how we apply them into our own pieces and if it is reasonable and do mean something that relate to what we want to express or not. At least, for me, a performance is a way that we communicate by using different languages. It is very important to look at what audiences feel and how much they get from us. From Rosas, I leanrt and inspired a lot and make me feel like to narrow down my research more, just like minimalism does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-1992448605310464728?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1992448605310464728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/1992448605310464728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/rosas-danst-rosas.html' title='Rosas Danst Rosas。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-9030456653592523469</id><published>2006-11-01T23:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:58:03.100Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>Michael Clark Company-Mmm。</title><content type='html'>A naughty, funny and clever choreographer ON STAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very enjoyable evening with Michael Clark at Barbican Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was not a masterpiece kind of dance, but it was very amusing by all the languages which appeared on stage. From dancers, movements, stage, lightening, costume, music to projection. I could imagine how amazing when this piece first showed in 1992. The important thing is I could feel that he enjoys having fun within his works and himself. And also he got many artists and designers involved and collaborated within his company, tried to give the dance pieces more energy and fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends who is a dancer now doing internship in a dance company based in London went with me tonight (and Magda as well), as her “professional” opinion, she didn’t like it. The reason is she thinks that Michael Clark didn’t “choreograph” at all. Those movements just like body excises and basic technique training compositions appeared on stage. But I think that’s the one of the most interesting parts, which is he did not create any new composition but using basic movements (for people who’s not dancers, like me for instance, those “movements” are not as basic as daily actions we have) as one of the languages on stage. Therefore his work had a complete and strong ideal in overall but not only focused on “dance”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes contained loads of fashion elements indeed, and they are all surprisingly working in his pieces. The shapes, styles fitted what the dance intended to express. The colours were all going with the lightening and stage perfectly. Even in the repertory, which all the dancers were naked with a shape of hand warmer from early 20th century around their hand and “down there” was amazing. How successful on costume design you would ask, and the answer is: Very, even my dancer friend who doesn’t like the performance likes the costume a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-9030456653592523469?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/9030456653592523469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=9030456653592523469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/9030456653592523469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/9030456653592523469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/11/michael-clark-company-mmm.html' title='Michael Clark Company-Mmm。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-6964123009575952831</id><published>2006-10-30T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:08:29.726Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Tutorial with Simon Vincenzi。</title><content type='html'>It was nice to have tutorial with Simon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to have a way out from only in my brain and computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to print the images out and start mapping them, see if it’s going to be the route I planned in brain. I know it will definitely change, but it’s still exciting that to discover how these will be changing by visualizing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rough thoughts moving forward:&lt;br /&gt;Took the fiction as a staring point. Taking the vibe of the book, and looking for more female characters from both other fictions and different plays, also looking at some poems and lines which suit the characters and the atmosphere that I adapt from “Grey Souls”. Visualize that by finding paintings and images, and start mapping them on wall to create another kind of mixture story for my performance. Keep it even more simple in a sentence will be: &lt;br /&gt;“The performance will gather many characters from different sources who are all having a grey soul in their own story. ”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-6964123009575952831?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6964123009575952831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/6964123009575952831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/tutorial-with-simon-vincenzi.html' title='Tutorial with Simon Vincenzi。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8524690023474833772</id><published>2006-10-25T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:08:42.591Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Research'/><title type='text'>Have to Start。</title><content type='html'>GREY SOULS (Les âmes grises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippe Claudel (French 1962-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ostensibly a detective story, about a crime that is committed in 1917, and solved 20 years later. The location is a small town in Northern France, near V., in the dead of the freezing winter. The war is still being fought in the trenches, within sight and sound of the town, but the men of the town have been spared the slaughter because they are needed in the local factory. One morning a beautiful ten year old girl, one of the three daughters of the innkeeper, is found strangled and dumped in the canal. Suspicion falls on two deserters who are picked up near the town. Their interrogation and sentencing is brutal and swift. Twenty years later, the narrator, a local policeman, puts together what actually happened. On the night the deserters were arrested and interrogated, he was sitting by the side of his dying wife. He believes that justice was not done and wants to set the record straight. But the death of the child was not the only crime committed in the town during those weeks. More than one record has to be set straight. Beautiful, like a fairy story almost, frozen in time, this novel has a hypnotic quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to use this story as the inspiration and base of my final work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two words are very attractive to me, either to separate them or put together. They are both containing sadness and a massive power of being a simple noun. Look through the book, I found the story was not only very gloomy just as the title of the fiction, but also visualized, which I saw there was like a painting on a vast canvas with different tonal grey, and all the characters were in the painting, still and quiet. There was snow all over the painting, and made the colours of characters became thousands of dots on them, just like Suerat’s painting. Beyond the painting there was a shadow as the shape of a top hat cover the painting, changing its brightness with the plot… The all locked in the frame, in the freezing winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey, the colour, evokes me of London. Varies tones of grey, some is beautiful but some is like taking all the happiness I have got. It is not black or white, but always neat and soft, which you will never notice you are in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls give me the idea of characters from plays or fictions directly, especially the ones who die, disappear or exist in a spiritual way. Loneliness extremely silent, light, and very feminine.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here, I am going to have a journey in my own winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do tell me if any thing, story, or person has the similar quality of what I just described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8524690023474833772?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8524690023474833772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8524690023474833772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-to-start.html' title='Have to Start。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-623728689185557033</id><published>2006-10-22T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T02:08:53.646Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>Stephen Petronio Company。</title><content type='html'>The strength came through dancers were surprisingly powerful and tense. &lt;br /&gt;Just like the choreographer spoke loud and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repertory: &lt;br /&gt;Lareigne (1995)&lt;br /&gt;Bud Suite (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Bloom (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these repertories, I could see the choreographer has some special preferences of compositions. Laregne is full of power, from music to movement. Frankly, I would say it was a bit like a normal dance piece, though could see how amazing the dancers are well trained both in body build and techniques. And I don’t know the meaning of the title of the repertory, maybe that is the reason that I don’t really get what is this all about. The Bud Suite was more interesting to me, still quite strong movements and compositions which started from two male dancers. I saw how relationship goes between lovers through the entire piece. Simple but expressive start, brought me into the next level apart from the pure joy of the beginning of love by four female dancers. Then, came to song with lyrics, which sang about “love affairs”, the compositions emphasized on the feelings of relationships’ affairs: dilemma, struggle, decisions… The composition became messier and messier. For me, the dancers from beginning had roles or characters, but they all turned to describe an abstract status in mind when we are facing different situations in relationships. The late one of the performance was Bloom. It had a live choir, which collaborated with South Bank Centre and created with pupils and teachers from Forest Hill and Sydenham Schools from South London. But the music, compared to the dance, was less interesting to me. In this piece, somehow, I did see a kind of “bloom”, and the atmosphere built up quite nice as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I found during the performance or I would say from this company. One is the body texture of the dancers are very much different from the dancers in UK or Europe, according to the performance I have seen. But it did remind me some texture of some dancers in Taiwan, especially from my university. So I am wondering is the different techniques training make that much gap? Or just the way that the choreographer used to affect more than the trainings? I will discover this part more afterwards. Another thing is the costumes from all repertories were very stylish and quite strong and ambitious. And they were all from different designers, so obviously, it was a strong idea from the choreographer. They brought some elements and details of fashion into costumes. For me the Bloom is the best combination in it. Very beautiful shapes and interesting cutting not only just showed of the garment but pretty much related to the theme “bloom”. Also the use of colours was very understated and low-pitched, but represented perfectly without bothering and interrupting the entire piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not say the performance was great, but I quite enjoyed it and learnt and discovered many things from that. Many inspirations not only from choreographer and also the costumes, and very much from those dancers who have amazing bodies and skills at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-623728689185557033?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/623728689185557033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/623728689185557033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/stephen-petronio-company.html' title='Stephen Petronio Company。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35933700.post-8142011973028409308</id><published>2006-10-13T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:59:53.301Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Review'/><title type='text'>The Forsythe Company- Three Atmospheric Studies。</title><content type='html'>How amazing the way Forsythe approaches the political issue through dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world which is violent but mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition I&lt;br /&gt;It started with a mother speaking out "My son is arrested".&lt;br /&gt;Then, the dancers were dancing. No music, but only the sound of breathing and sometimes dancers hit the floor by hands, which became another music after few minutes. In this part, I felt a very unusual power of the composition of movements and sounds. Every movement was precisely in order, sharp, strong and clean, but looked very messy in visual to give me the sense of battle or war. The sounds helped very much as well, though some of them were cues for the next movement, but it did not push me away from movements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogues were kind of humorous but black, and also show the sadness and helplessness of a mother who tried very hard to get involved into the situation and made it better, though it was not seemed like the way what she expected. During the conversation of the mother and interpreter there were several interruptions by another dancer’s talking who started to trace the lines across the stage in the middle of the composition. A very strong feeling of alienation which referred to the theory of Bertolt Brecht. From this, the feeling of war came up in Composition I became even more powerful and persuasive adding humanity in. And the plot of Composition II seemed to be clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition III&lt;br /&gt;One dancer talked like a presenter or a weatherman. Meanwhile, other dancers appeared with stronger movements than Composition I and the sounds made by the dances, which had been technically enhanced, resounded the din of war. An exaggerated American South accent soldier stared to explain the situation to mother, which was mainly about what happened was in order, that there is no reason for alarm. The layers started building up the atmosphere by every single element used on stage. Finally, the performance ended up at a culmination where the dancers started to lie down on the floor which was like dead bodies in battlefield, the soldier kept talking to mother, and the mother moved strangly, slowly, and no facial experssion but all controlled by the interpreter from Composition II. Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting and important parts was the sound. It grew and built up steady from Composition I to III. As I mentioned in Composition I nearly silent but only the breathing and few times when dancers hit the floor by hands. Those breathing sounds could be heard frequently in any dance performances, and this was one of using it well without bothering me. Following the second composition, characters began to talk, sounds became voices. And also in this part the use of the sound between characters were nice, especially the logic of the lines between mother and interpreter, of course, the most important interruption speech from the third person on stage. When you almost felt there were two different worlds on stage, one was mother and interpreter and another was the dancer, they suddenly became one conversation. I would not say it was new techniques of using conversation on stage, but it did have effect in this composition. Composition III, the strangest texture of sounds all appeared here through technology. The sounds from the dancers not only mocked perfectly the din of war but also went very well with the movements. The stage, costume, and lightening are very simple, therefore, sounds and movements had been carefully merged together and he tried to made this two elements become one. So the sounds became visible through movements, and the movements turned into acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this piece, I feel Forsythe, who is an American, strongly but tender accusing the war in the Middle East. An artwork (from still pieces to time base media) must have its own viewpoint, no matter how bias it is, as long as we find our best way to explain it. For me, he did, and I would like to say: Well done. He showed the anger but fulfilled with care to human beings, therefore, it was very powerful and the feelings filled all the space in the theatre. I was moved that it left a mark, neither a comma nor a query, but just a genuine mark made me think of war from the very small and private part in my mind, and you will always notice that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35933700-8142011973028409308?l=coldsprite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/feeds/8142011973028409308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35933700&amp;postID=8142011973028409308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8142011973028409308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35933700/posts/default/8142011973028409308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldsprite.blogspot.com/2006/10/forsythe-company-three-atmospheric.html' title='The Forsythe Company- Three Atmospheric Studies。'/><author><name>Ming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500276535733328905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umyDEf_ifNI/SJ-fzoNVI1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ux4xbSwDuAg/s1600-R/%25E6%25B7%25B7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
