Let Us Begin

So, here we are. Day 9472 of lockdown/isolation in the U.K. The days (plural) have become one long day (singular) and I truly have no idea when the weekend happens.  Does it happen? Who knows…

My partner in crime (Grand) and I have had countless conversations about the state of the arts during this pandemic.  More specifically – we’ve been talking about our lives and careers.  The problem is – we’re both ridiculously practical and worse – in complete agreement.  Between the two of us, we’ve acknowledged that, being artists puts us at the bottom of the ladder in terms of “getting us back to work”.  Ironic, considering that, during this state of affairs, it’s the arts that everyone (I mean – EVERYONE) turns to.  It’s us who entertain, soothe, challenge, hold and move you in equal measures.  You need us, you really do.

The arts are a communion.  What we do – it’s all about the sharing.  We do what we love and we share that with you.  Upon receiving, you share your response back to us.  The parlay of emotions is what feed us all.  Present circumstances now dictate that the sharing comes in a different form. Here we are, online, for you.  And for ourselves, because, performing and sharing is our life blood, right?  It’s our life and we have to live.  Which brings me to the point of it being a job.  Yeah.  It’s a job.  We are lucky.  We get paid to do what we love.  And that’s a wonderful thing.  But right now, we can’t share a space with you, or each other, and do the job we love.  And get paid for it.

Grand and I go round and round in circles – how do we go forward, doing that communion thing - sharing with you, you sharing with us – safely?  And make a living, so we can eat, keep the roof over our collective heads?  And – most important – stay safe?

As we said in the “About” section, we have no answers.  But we’re a nosy pair, so we’re going to be asking our mates alllll about this.  We really are in this together.  It’s a small world, after all.