These are articles that were written for BELLYFLOP between 2008-2011, from when we first set up the BELLYFLOP website to when it became necessary to take our first break, to seek a bit of funding. You will find a mixture of things in here, from photo series to personal stories and musings by a variety of artists kindly contributing their material for free.
The personal is political. And therefore anything autobiographical can be read as a political statement to the world we live in. After receiving an invitation Read more >
Before a collective of five independent Welsh dance artists joined forces over coffee and vegetable soup in Cardiff. Professional dance classes in wales were few Read more >
Osteopaths are amazing people. The other day I woke up and I could not move my neck. I was like a cat being held perpetually Read more >
Hamish MacPherson wonders what iconoclastic choreographer Marten Spangberg would make of Drought and Rain, Ea Sola’s exploration of the memory of the America-Vietnam war.
Photos by Miss T.
Five years of professional training, tours, all kinds of performances, various collaborations, far too many ballet classes and hours spent attempting to stare beatifically Read more >
A fortnight ago, I did a TV commercial for one of the biggest online poker operators in the UK. Reading up about it now, Read more >
When I was eighteen I met a charming man, who was so incredibly worldly and international and twenty six and wise and interesting and Read more >
Means Test the Wedding Dress Even the prettiest daisies, if you look close enough, Harbour streaks of pink In the midst of delicate porcelain Read more >
What happens when all of the commission money is spent, our stages are full and we are not the ones toeing the boards? What happens Read more >
Can we save performance, or rather, can performance save itself? The impact of recent financial cuts to the cultural sector has left many organisations reconfiguring Read more >
I am decadent when I drink Courvoisier; my friend is cool when he drinks Lambrini.
You don’t get much more pop than Pineapple Dance Studios. Two hundred classes a week, 3,500 members, 40 different varieties of dance styles and a Read more >
It's fair to say that I have wasted quite a lot of my life on nonsensical daydreams. In some of my most lengthy and enjoyable Read more >
Sex on stage. I’ve never actually seen it despite it being, next to pissing on stage, probably the biggest joke bandied around Goldsmiths’ drama Read more >
Photos by Gustavo Murillo.
A Coffee Morning was held at Chisenhale Dance Space, London, on 4 February 2011. Ten independent artists, from dance, theatre and live art, discussed what ‘postfundingism’ might be and do.
I want to thank Phoebe Collings-James for her reply to my text The Virgin’s Release: Women Sex and Live Art (BELLYFLOP Virginity Issue). To provoke Read more >
Every note and every coin
Will float, will pass a thousand times
The breasts are there, but only half an espressos worth
Doing nothing, choosing to do nothing is highly underrated and too quickly written off
I don’t think I’ve ever met a dancer who likes sport. Apart from having vague, nostalgic notions of when they weren’t terrible at cross country
Why do I look like a glorious tit What was I thinking? When has there ever been a need for yellow
I fashioned a second head out of recycled parts of myself
Has anyone noticed a change in Jamie Oliver? For those of you resolutely telly-celibate (and I wouldn’t blame you), Oliver is the golden boy of celebrity chefs
There’s rucksacks and then there’s rucksacks. I’ve been hitching, hoisting and hauling a particularly hefty one around for a solid week now, making press-ups temporarily inconceivable
Han Bing is the man behind The Walking the Cabbage Movement. He’s walked cabbages all over the world and has made other people walk them too. Sophie Cameron responds with a poem
I am an erotic sculpture like that famous Greek man with the massive arse
Every now and then, I fall in love. Or something like that. It’s like Love’s older cousin; or someone who looks freakishly like Love and you think wow, they must have a few chromosomes in common
Philip Hutson recently returned to England. Still jet lagged he had the outing, which could have taken him to Hastings but landed him on the South Bank and Vera Mantero. ‘Don’t ask me why’ he said, so we did
Read poem by Sophie Cameron. Because rainy days really don’t have to be boring
Bad acting in Dance Theatre. And how we walk right into it
I’m not a member of the Church, but I will have seen all Place Prize pieces
A review-based feature by Robin Vaughan-Williams on the pretty small and cramped cellar space in Covent Garden called the Poetry Cafe, where they have something on almost every night from conventional poetry readings through to the performance end of the spectrum. Oh Poetry
A performance-to-camera piece whereby photographer Steven Kenny responded to invisible inflictions placed upon his body
Social networking has its advantages, or might we say disadvantages? Identity, it seems, is as easy to capture as smoke
Welcome to the wonderful world of performance DIY – if you can’t get it — make it, and if you can’t make it, FAKE IT for fuck’s sake! Mr Pustra on the making of ‘BE MINE’.
Katrine Groenbaek travelled to South Africa’s Cape Town to join a circus for a couple of months. Considering she had about zero circus-skills on her CV prior to departure, she turned out to be quite a performer. And she met some interesting folks
Amy Ferguson switches off the performance through the work of Nan Goldin
Amy Ferguson continues to explore the relationship between identity and photography – this time via the work of Lucas Samaras and Andy Warhol
Sure it had a sweet spot for war and fascism, but Futurism still provided us with much of the foundation for contemporary art.
It is often a tricky task for an outsider to be confronted with the weird world of dance, especially, when the main reason for willingly exposing oneself to this confrontation is love.
You think wrestling is fight-porn with oily men in spandex? Well, let Luke Norton tell you otherwise
The room is softly illuminated by well-placed lighting to bring out the jewel toned fineries and the luxury textured fabrics. A woman reclines on the bed.
In 1966 Steve Reich looped a sample of a black youth saying ‘come out to show them’
Real Noises are the noises of the everyday which are naturally mighty and musical
Some go out of their way to prove they are independent entities capable of manipulating the image world
‘Do you want some ice for your bum? You look like you’ve been spanked.’
I have a ‘life meeting’ with Roz in the pub after mum’s.