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Embracing fear, channelling fury and daring to care | ArtsHub Australia

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All happy families are alike and, in these times, I think all everyone in the arts are alike: we share one very simple strategic ambition. And I want to credit Bob Sutton for the core idea here. 

Today, all strategies in the arts, are, in essence, the same plan. They say  “We prevent disaster turning into catastrophe”.

Disaster is a negative event.

Catastrophe is the damage to or dissolution of our social and cultural bonds as a result of disaster.

We have had the disaster. Now let’s avoid the catastrophe. Let’s go further and dare to dream that we might thrive.

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I recently went to Europe, leading the first international tour by a major Australian performing arts company post the events of March 2020. It was and continues to be, a success. So far: three new creations, great audience responses and we have just opened a five-month residency of four in-repertoire works at the incomparable Chameleon Theatre in Berlin.

It was a success apart from the fact that I caught the virus, as did many in our touring company; a major project we were working on tanked badly; everything cost more, took longer, was more complicated and involved having multiple things shoved up your nose; plus and I spent 39 days of 92 away in quarantine.

Read: How an Australian company toured Europe mid-pandemic (plus Tubular Bells!)

It took us a year of planning to get prepare including working with a psychologist. She started by asking us what our values were.

My team had some brilliant ones. But I came up a bit short. Most of my values seemed to be: keep going, do stuff, don’t stuff it up.

Survival is not a value. It is a necessity, a precondition to having values.

Ambition without aim is not a value. It is a treadmill.

Love is not a value. It is a superpower.

Digging deeper, I discovered that one of my values is to care.

Here is how I discovered it.

When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I do is check our show reports from around the world. I don’t check the first part that tells me audience numbers and times. I don’t check the second part that tells me how the show went and whether people liked it. I check the last line. Which says, in its entirety, “All artists healthy”. If those three words are there, it is a good show. We are ok.

Tubular Bells Live in Concert with Circa Contemporary Circus, Southbank Centre London. Photo credit: Manuel Harlan.

Circus is a particularly dangerous business. We put people in harm’s way and from time to time, things go wrong. Touring is a complex and sometimes dangerous business. Pretty much anything in the arts offers the potential for disaster. Doing anything means being in motion, and in motion you can fall.

Paul Virilio said it brilliantly: ‘The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck’.

Thankfully, ships are common and shipwrecks rare.

That’s because we care. And we take care.

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The word ‘care’ has its origins in sickness. It comes from the word for grief, lament, cry. To care is to acknowledge the pain of others. To be in an essential, human relationship with them.

The philosopher Martin Buber says that ‘The world is not comprehensible but it is embraceable’. To embrace the world I think means to care and to act on that care.

We express our profound desire to be connected with others through the embrace.

Perhaps the hardest, most vital thing to embrace is fear.

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There is a wrong kind of fear. Anxiety. Fear of fear. Fear that paralyses. Fear that stops you functioning. Fear that so juices your limbic system you can’t think. Fear that stops.

And the right kind of fear. The one that says, ‘I care’. The one that says, ‘something needs to change here’. The one that says, ‘I am in action in the world and there are risks but there is no real choice’.

Fear is our body’s chemical way of telling us we need change.

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And out there, at this moment, there’s plenty to fear and plenty to change.

In the theatre our key threats are not each other. We are not our competitors. Rather, they are the sewer of streamed content whose spiritually vacant effluence promises meaning while leaving us with only the grimy smear of entertainment.

‘They died,’ said Karl Kraus, ‘of spiritual famine without feeling spiritual hunger,’ and it’s hard to imagine he wasn’t watching Netflix when he wrote this.

There is no nourishment to be gained from our hours of binge, calibrated and dopamine hacked in the cultural equivalent of an eating disorder.

Yaron Lifschitz and the Circa ensemble in rehearsals for Il Ritorno, Brisbane Festival 2015. Photo credit: Chris Herzfeld Camlight Productions.

Netflix’s value proposition is that for $15 a month you can stay in your pyjamas, curl up on the sofa, change shows whenever you want, choose your own adventure, when you want, have no strangers, no babysitters, no overpriced wine and no parking fees. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to work.

Everyone in this room knows that’s not the same as the incandescence of a live experience. But when you consider that Netflix spends 40 times more in a year than the Australia Council, that’s 4000% more, you have some sense of what we are up against.

The arts have to win minds and hearts. We have to enlist, convert, cajole, pressure and engage. We have to stop acting like we are in competition. Otherwise we will lose to the lure of the sofa.

Australian content on TV has declined by 68% in the past two decades. Yet our theatres have never been more full of Australian stories. Our creatives and arts workers have never had greater diversity. Does that mean we are there? Absolutely not. It is a long road to filling our companies and stages with truly diverse and representative stories. But our stages are vastly ahead of our screens.

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Let’s also remember while we may argue over nuance, there are people out there, in the wider world, who are orders of magnitude more reactionary and, frankly evil, than anyone in our sector.

There are people who deny climate change, who believe women shouldn’t have rights. People who believe those whose colours aren’t white, whose gender isn’t hetero-normative or whose minds are not neurotypical are not the equal of others. People who say vaccines are the devil’s work. People who right now are passing legislation to remove women’s access to reproductive freedom. These people want to deny others their rights, opportunities and even their lives. It is towards these I want our fury channelled. It is on these our politics and our arts need to be focussed.

Let’s help each other understand our biases, and figure out how to embrace the world.

I am white and male and I appreciate that with the immense privileges I have enjoyed comes the responsibility to use what I have with care, for justice, for the betterment of others. I also appreciate that I cannot fully understand the perspectives of or speak on behalf of anyone else. That there is always more to learn, more to embrace and more to do. 

But let us not cower in fear because we might be wrong, make mistakes or fail. Let us not remain silent.

Privilege, entitlement, laziness, inertia, business as usual in the face of a world that is anything but usual are not acceptable responses to the challenges of the moment. Reward those that venture. Allow those who fail because they failed to try, to wither.

Rehearsals for Circa’s One Beautiful Thing, Arts Centre Melbourne 2017. Photo credit: Jeff Busby.

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What I look for in art is ambush. What we see is often regression towards the commodification, and death by the thousand cuts of Instagram similarity.

The purpose of being an artist is to have something original to say. And to embark on the long, lonely journey of finding the voice and technique with which to say it.

I’d like new ways…

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