Wilkie Branson

Wilkie Branson

Wilkie Branson is an interdisciplinary artist and, as co-director of the project based Champloo Dance Company, an associate company at the Bristol Old Vic. Self taught in both dance and film, which form the main focus of his work, the roots of his practice are in BBoying. Wilkie’s dance style has developed into a unique fusion, with expression, accessibility and integrity at it’s heart. His most recent works, White Caps and Stronger are currently touring internationally in Europe, North America and Asia. Awarded the Arts Foundation Choreographic Fellowship in 2012, Wilkie is also a member of the Sadler’s Wells Summer University.

Photo: Chris Nash

Upcoming shows: White Caps – York Theatre Royal / Varmints – Sally Cookson & Wilkie Branson /
BOING! review – The Independent

work hard play hard…

It’s been a busy Christmas. Since my last blog I’ve been out on the road with White Caps in Belgium, Jersey and the UK, as well as entertaining families with Boing! All whilst simultaneously sinking beneath the omnipresent tide of admin and associated activities that will be familiar to all freelancers out there.

For the last three years, Christmas for me has meant Boing! This is an early years piece I choreographed with Joel Daniel that was directed by Sally Cookson for Travelling Light and Bristol Old Vic back in 2010. Performing in the round, surrounded by 3- to 5-year-olds who really don’t have any reservations about giving instantaneous feedback on your performance, is still as fresh as it was three years ago. I’d never performed for this age group before, and having been on tour with White Caps where the ‘fourth wall’ is a black piece of gauze that the performer can’t even see through, it was, and still is, an experience that all dancers should have the pleasure (and fear) of experiencing.

When adult audiences don’t really like a performance they can just sit begrudgingly all the way though, and still obligingly clap for the duration of however many curtain calls you opt to subject them to. When 3-year-olds watch a show, they tell you how it’s going from the beginning, right through to the end. Fortunately for us, our show has pillow fights, midnight feasts, breakdancing robots and most of the things their parents would never let them get away with. As a result, the aforementioned feedback is a non-stop riot of giggling and excitement. There really is something quite amazing and beautiful about experiencing that. By the end of this season’s run of the show, which is about the excitement of Christmas Eve, Joel and I had lived out another 34 Christmases, with about 5,000 children. Stratford Circus, where we started our run, have kindly allowed me to show you some of the photos of the audiences from there, courtesy of Andrew Baker.

Watching Boing! @ Stratford Circus

Watching Boing! @ Stratford Circus

Watching Boing! @ Stratford Circus

Watching Boing! @ Stratford Circus

In amongst all this, I’ve also been getting acquainted with the Indian visa system. White Caps is just about to depart on a two-week tour of the subcontinent. Sorting out visas is just one of the many joys of producing your own work, but after several visa photo fails, days of collating company member details and navigating a bug-ridden internet-only application process, myself, Nic and Joel (see “Jet-Setting” blog) are visa certified and ready to depart next week.

The labour of many days work...

The labour of many days work…

I’ve never been to India, so I don’t really know what to expect, but our schedule of six shows in five cities over two weeks should amount to a 7,000km adventure worthy of White Caps. I’m going to do my best to document the experience and post it all up on here in the form of video blog. So watch this space for these appearing in early February.

 

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Our tour around India.

Adventures on location…

Just a week after Alistair Spalding finds himself firmly in the headlines of the national press for outlining his concerns about dance being pushed down the curriculum through the introduction of the Baccalaureate, I find myself working in a school in Bristol. I’m doing a short choreography combining live dance and film with Youth Dance Company, Rise. As we get going on this 7 day intensive I cant help but feel a little seed of anxiety growing from the fact that im here to give these 12 teenage youngsters their first taste of location filming… Champloo style. Typical of the kinds of films I always seem to end up making the odds are stacked ambitiously against us; November weather, barely enough time and a concept for a dance that we’ll only be able to see if it will work by the time its too late to do anything about it. Just how I like working then.

Planning is everything in these kinds of situations but with options for strategy limited we’re forced to opt for 5 days of devising and setting the work without the presence of the film sections, followed by a weekend of rehearsing and filming on location. Assuming we don’t have midweek gales we’ll have a nice autumnal backdrop for our film and it should look like we did it in the harsh reality of early winter for artistic reasons. Not because it was half term and the only option.

Midweek and things are going well, the material is coming together, Rise are stepping up to the plate, and the vision I had I’m my head is taking shape nicely in the school’s giant atrium. It’s even quite sunny outside, but there is still an element of uncertainty looming. Hurricane Sandy is battering New York as we work and the thought of trying to take a troupe of 12 teenagers out into rural Somerset to dance though it’s tail-end sounds less than ideal. Still, Alistair prophesy on Dance seems to be coming to light and the priority to heat the school during half-term for dance is already off the agenda. Our young dancers are freezing but every cloud has a silver lining and a little hardship might just acclimatize them slightly for a cold wet weekend in the countryside.

Come Friday; the piece is in good shape the forecast is not. As is often the case with filming early calls have to be made and based on the Met office’s best judgment we commit to 1 more day inside the school on the Saturday (which will be washed out) and 1 day filming on the Sunday (which will be beautiful). Needless to say Saturday was beautiful and Sunday morning there was flooding and snow. Thank goodness they’ve been acclimatizing all week.

English weather’s only consistency is the fact that it’s always changing and by lunch time we were up on location ready to film. Only 2 versions of a single long 4 minuet steady cam shot to get in the bag, you’d have thought we might even be home for mid afternoon tea. The combination of our home made steady cam (which weighs about the same a small Labrador and has to be operated with one arm, see photo), and a constant stream of mountain bikers, families and role playing medieval knights who, apparently, wage war on Sunday afternoons, made filming slightly arduous and frustrating. None the less we got our shots and Rise performed like brilliantly barely even mentioning the cold.  Enthusiastic, driven and committed it’s been a joy to work with them this week. They’ve given up their half-term, squeezing in coursework and jobs to make this piece possible. Its been a real joy and a privilege to work with just a few of the “Five million Brits… participating in dance classes and sessions every week.” That Alistair points out form such an important role in the dance industry. I’m proud of the work we’ve made and I’ll be sure to post up a video of it in few weeks when its filmed so you can all see it.

 

 

Jet-setting…

Wilkie Branson

Photo: Viola Berlanda

If you’ve been looking at my Facebook wall recently you’d be forgiven for thinking I’ve been leading the international jet-set life of a choreographer. On there, you’d see I’ve been in Turin, presenting White Caps in one of northern Italy’s finest gilded, red-velvet-clad theatres. Double billing at the Torino Danza Festival with Angelin Preljocaj, we gave 1500 Italians an insight into how Bboying has managed to evolve onto the stage in the less than typical hiphop surrounds of England’s West Country.

Out of four ad-hoc hand-me-down suitcases, we’ve been touring the show for almost two years now. We’ve taken it into Europe a few times, up and down the UK and even over to Canada for an outing last Spring. The people we’ve met and the places we’ve played couldn’t have been more diverse – the only thing that doesn’t seem to change very much is the vagabond nature of our adventures.

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