The end!...And everything that comes after
The Fruitcakes have had kind of a whirlwind few years, for one reason or another, and it's easy (for me at least) to forget that we are still a young company, still cutting our teeth on the rusks of theatricality, whatever they may be. We have just closed our second production, and all in all I'd say it was pretty successful. Here at Colour of Fruit we aim to make theatre that is fun and thought-provoking, theatre that attempts to ask questions, though the questions in questi
The divine rubber duck hypothesis
My sister thinks Noah (of the Ark) is following her around. And I don't mean this in the literal sense, my sister's not a crazy person, but rather in the symbolic. Often when you become interested in something, that something then seems to appear in your life with greater frequency than before. This is a cognitive bias, and is often referred to as the Bader-Meinhof phenomenon (science! woo!). The thing isn't actually appearing more often, you're just noticing it where you wou
Juggling
Last week we went to see a show about juggling. And it got me thinking about, well, juggling. I can't juggle, I've never been able. I spent about a half hour trying to learn when I was twelve but I wasn't immediately good at it, and back then I really thought that I needed to be, (It's a problem that I still struggle with, why can't I just be good at something? Why do I have to put in work? But as I've gotten older I've recognised that it is an unreasonable expectation to hav
Taking the leap
Deciding to do something is not the same as doing it. You can spend as much time as you want writing lists of things you're going to do; wonderful, adventurous, rapturous lists of life goals and diet plans and daily tasks, but at the end of the day, the list is proof of nothing. The intention to do is the art of not quite doing. We've been kicking an idea around here for a little while now, and the idea has changed a little bit and grown a little bit and shrunk a little bit a
Sun, sets, and the power of imagination!
August is generally a time of year of which I am not overly fond. I have pale skin and burn easily (and honestly even when I'm tanned I might as well be burnt, that's how pink my 'tan' is), I overheat in record time, and this is not fun during a month when everyone wants to be doing outdoorsy sunshiney things. Why can't we stay inside with all the curtains closed?! August and I are not super good friends. But this summer August and I had a beautiful love affair. I got the ch