art is a choice. A choice not to engage with doubt, to put our faith in something bigger than ourselves.

making art is messy and frightening. Bursting the bubble of our collaborative process is necessary for the work to become more than a closed exercise. the first draft is written with the door closed and the second with it open.

opening the door brings the chill wind of doubt. Suddenly you look at what you’ve been in love with and you wonder if it’s worth loving. In that frame of mind you are no longer bold, no longer serving the work, just falling into fear.

Instead we sublimate our small selves to trust, to faith, capturing belief like a firefly in a jar, a small light flaring in the darkness, something that draws us in and keeps us believing in the dream.

We can’t determine success. We can’t possibly work this out logically, because what we are seeking is beyond our ability to imagine fully. 

Collectively we have to support each other to maintain our faith in what we are doing so it doesn’t collapse in on itself.

Tolerating moments of doubt are ok, but if the project starts to lose the belief of the people making it then maybe it will just disappear. It will leave because we didn’t honour it enough.

We make stupid jokes because stupidity is part of our faith. Something we can give over to, that makes us smile. A play on the concept of faith itself. A laugh at what we are willingly doing. Having faith in our show, in each other, in the craziness of our ideas and the worlds we are creating.

Love and faith.

Trust.

Belief.

We are aware these are the words of religions.