The Reason I Jump.

Been a busy few weeks with precious little time for updates - still awaiting a reply from the Centre for Contemporary Arts in Glasgow for a review type meeting after my 'interesting' first visit (more on that at some point possibly) and still need to get to the Science Centre - but thought I'd write a little something about the National Theatre of Scotland’s adaptation (by Graham Eatough) of Naoki Higashida’s book The Reason I Jump which I'm off to see/review on Wednesday.

It's as if Studio Ghibli was made flesh....which quite frankly is a good thing.

Been interested in this adaptation since I heard about it not only because Naoki Higashida's book is so brilliant but because my girls school was involved in the production with their class helping to produce sound effects for it.

The book, for those of you who've not read it, is Higashida's explanation of how an (his) autistic mind thinks, feels, perceives, and responds - as the blurb would say - but in reality is just a bloody good read.

There's an interview with Higashida here which is worth a read too.

The production takes place in the Children’s Wood and North Kelvin Meadow in Glasgow’s West End and features a heady mix of site-specific performance  - and interactive installations all created with and performed by  a group of autistic artists ranging in age from 16 to 60 all set in a purpose built outdoor maze populated by a variety of storytellers and performances taken both from incidents in the book and from their personal experiences.
At the centre of the maze is a stone labyrinth, constructed by members of the local community using reclaimed cobblestone from nearby Maryhill.
Best of all tho' is the fact that once the performance is complete, the labyrinth will remain in the meadow as a legacy for residents and visitors.

More info to follow after I've seen the production which runs until 23 June 2018 with tickets available here.






















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