Storytelling has made me a living – I love to create a narrative and ask others to embrace it and become immersed within it.
Bedtimes Stories was positioned as a live radio play, in a secret location.
I was excited at the thought of a dark smelly corner of a car park, where I would be taken on an ambling vocal journey to a new place, a new reality.
I was teased and tempted to enter a dreamscape.
Instead, what I got was a rambling, at times confused and incoherent, piece of self-expression.
This exhibition didn’t need a live audience.
I am a radio man, I love the connection of the medium to an individual and when I closed my eyes I could have been in the comfort of my lounge, listening to this collection of dark, Grimm-like fables, told in a variety of guises and characters.
Dutch actor Thomas Dudkiewicz attempts to guide us through a series of twisted tales, augmented by some clever audio wizardry, where we are encouraged to become a part of the story.
A rich soundscape, some fantastic technology and a playful stare set up what was to be a familial journey of storytelling.
But I wasn’t.
I was on an uncomfortable plastic chair in a secret location listening to a soundscape of self-congratulation.
Don’t get me wrong – Dudkiewicz is superbly talented but I was more interested in the lives going on in the apartment building across the way.
This could have been both powerful and engaging.
It was neither.
The hour-long show was a confused panoply of unsure characters, awkwardly lurching toward an end I was wishing had come sooner.
Its intention is clear, but in my experience, the execution is not.