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Building a new career model
Like most of our creatives, Liz Ascroft – an award-winning theatre designer with 30 years’ experience under her belt – found herself with a lot of time on her hands when lockdown struck. But it was time she was able to relish and put to good use, as she explains here ) The past six months have been challenging for everyone. Our industry has been stopped in its tracks, derailed completely in some instances, and theatres are closing. Projects and productions were halted in March and, as a result, many of us have been putting our creative energies into thinking up what we can do as an alternative.
Personally, I relished the uninterrupted time in my workspace. Model-making is part of my job as a theatre designer and I love it. I’ve been making models of homes for myself and other people for years, as an antidote to, or time out from, the frenetic world of theatre production, often thinking I could do more of this but never having the time. So here it was, time in abundance. The process is surprisingly similar to designing a play, as the commissioning client and their property become the script, and listening to their stories, the passion they have for their property and why they want a place to be immortalised in model form is varied and fascinating. Who knows? Maybe with a bit of luck I can make this work. I can create a model of a home from anywhere in the world, from photos of a home that doesn't exist anymore but wants to be remembered. The one I'm working on at the moment has been done without a site visit because of lockdown, but the potential in Brighton is huge – rich pickings indeed.
The beginnings Liz recalls growing up and finding the path that led her to where she is today... I was put in the stupid class at school. We were a destructive, disruptive, difficult-tocontrol, aggressive, angry, funny, smart bunch of brilliant individuals. We fought a lot, or didn’t turn up at all. I was taught phonetically, which was great, it made more sense than the other way, then they took that away and we had to go back to the way that didn’t work for me. I did art, drama, gardening, trampolining and ‘thinking lessons’ in the library with Mr Sokolov. He would give us something to think about – if you could read, you could find a book to help you think about it, and if you could write you had an exercise book to write down what you had thought about. Our thinking books were collected in by Mr Sokolov but they were never marked – I loved that I couldn’t be ‘wrong’ in thinking lessons. I didn’t pass any exams, not written ones, but I did get Art and Ceramics. I also did painting and decorating that was needed around the school. One time I painted around a poster that someone else read to me – it said I didn’t need any qualifications; it said if I was good at art and had a rich imagination I could go and join The Manchester Youth Theatre. So, when I was 15, I went there and soon discovered that I had found my people – theatre people were a slightly grown-up
2 version of my classmates. I met a woman who was running the design department. She didn’t wear a bra, she shouted at men, she was highly respected and very good at her job. I asked her how I could get to be her and she told me what to do. I then spent the next seven years doing what she told me. I had to get a BA in Theatre Design. I knew that I wasn’t stupid inside, and I would prove it. I was very adept at swerving my way around and through any written exam work that had to be done. I ran a book, like at the bookies, between teachers to find out what the most likely questions were to come up on exam papers and then learned just three answers at a time, like a song. I forged documents, faked illnesses, had ‘accidents’ and all sorts to avoid sitting any exams. I found out that if I missed some exams they were taken verbally, and that was okay. I did it, and then I won an Arts Council bursary. Much later in life I learned that I was dyslexic and autistic. I won a UNESCO award for a design of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and was invited to take part in a course of thinking, exploring and creating new ideas at Dartington Hall. There was no such thing as being ‘wrong' there and I had found myself a job where you couldn’t be wrong either.
