photo description: My grey folder. Written on it in capital letters in black sharpie is WRITING THE MISSING

Writing the Missing

These are strange, sad, terrifying, all the feels on a five minute endlessly exhausting cycle sort of times. I don’t have the words yet to articulate this. Just to say I’m with you and giving you a virtual hug, fist bump, or wave, whichever works best for you.

Here. Have a nice picture of my dog to make you smile:

photo description: Harper Lee, a little white rescue dog with black spots, black nose, face and ears stares at the camera. She is stretched out on a rock with blue paint on. There is blue sky and clouds.
photo description: Harper Lee, a little white rescue dog with black spots, black nose, face and ears stares at the camera. She is stretched out on a rock with blue paint on. There is a blue sky behind her and clouds.

Before the happening through which we’re currently working our way through occurred, I was playing with a project that would not shut up. I try to make them be quiet, it’s far easier that way. But sometimes ideas will not take the hint and fight for existence, they take form and gain strength with no help from me whatsoever and all of a sudden they are a living thing prodding me until I pay it attention.

WRITING THE MISSING is one of these things, which now exists and I seem to be having to nurture and grow. It is an essay, it is lyrical, it is ours, it is what’s not there, it will become a devised performance piece. It is living and breathing and gaining power.

Or it was.

Please would you help me?

Before the world keeled over I was in gathering mode. At the end of each workshop I delivered, which was completely unrelated to this strange new project, I would say;

I don’t know what I’m going to do with them yet, but I promise I will care for them and keep them safe. Would you entrust me with your MISSING? Whatever that means to you. Would you mind ever so much writing your MISSING down, it can be anonymous, and popping it in this folder of mine. Thank you.

photo description: My grey folder. Written on it in capital letters in black sharpie is WRITING THE MISSING
photo description: My grey folder. Written on it in capital letters in black sharpie is WRITING THE MISSING

And then people would write their MISSING. Some were funny, some were sad, some were one word, some were many, many words. All are exceedingly valuable and precious.

Please would you help me? I’d be so very grateful.

Could you send me your MISSING? You can send it HERE.

By doing so, you allow me to use your MISSING in my project. They will be anonymous. They will be loved and cared for. I promise to keep you updated on my website about what I’m getting up to. And one day, once theatres and the world reopen I’ll make something beautiful with these and I can hug/fist bump/wave at (delete as appropriate) you in person.

Thank you. Be kind. Be safe xx

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