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Head Full of Love

Head Full of Love

Head Full of Love

Queensland Theatre Company

QPAC Cremorne

7th July – 11th August

“Telling stories can make a difference.”

Wesley Enoch, QTC Artistic Director

Head Full of Love is a cry from a community to be heard, a voice from Central Australia still believing that theatre can be a place where audiences can enjoy and be entertained by stories, literally in this case, from our own heart.”

Alana Valentine, Playwright

Indigenous Australians are 4 times more likely to die of kidney disease than non-Indigenous Australians.

Head Full of Love is the most beautiful, vibrant, straightforward storytelling you will experience all year. From the head and heart of Playwright, Alana Valentine (Run Rabbit Run and Parramatta Girls), this is an extraordinary piece of theatre and one of the most important current works in this country, in terms of art and politics marrying up to inspire social change. We’ve seen some proof of this already, with over $14 000 donated by patrons, post-show to The Purple House (Western Desert Dialysis) during the 2010 season, which saw the story of Tilly and Nessa’s unusual friendship shared with the people of Darwin, Alice Springs and Cairns.

“Head Full of Love is a heartwarming story about friendship and reconciliation.” Sue Donnelly

Perhaps the first step to reconciliation is friendship.
Roxanne McDonald & Colette MannSet in the red centre during the lead up to The Annual Alice Springs Beanie Festival, Head Full of Love sees Tilly Napuljari running out of time to finish her new creation in time to enter it for judging. Nessa Tavistock, a Sydneysider, has run away to escape her own problems back in the big smoke. Their unlikely friendship helps both to heal – physically and emotionally – and challenges and inspires us to think again about what it means to be truly accepting and supportive of each other as human beings.

Designer, Simone Romaniuk, has given us the harsh landscape of the outback in all its disheveled glory, with a corrugated iron backdrop (upon which the images of Tilly’s country are projected), household junk and that ubiquitous red dirt in abundance. Underneath Ben Hughes’ warm lighting design, this set is at once arresting, disarming and full of wonder. Nessa is completely out of her comfort zone and as audience members who watch the women sitting in the red dirt from the comfort of an air-conditioned, well appointed theatre, we wonder how anybody could survive in such a place! But they do. (Though some may never feel quite comfortable or local. This is a place where the nurses who assist their renal patients sleep on top of the roof racks of their troop carrier. Snakes, you know?).

Composer and Sound Designer, Brett Collery, provides an evocative story behind the story and we are immersed in Tilly’s world, which is full of much more humour and light-hearted fun than we had ever expected. The scope of this piece is wide and it will catch out many who may have thought, “This is not for me.” This play IS for you. As well as the political message, which you can leave behind if the play leaves you cold – unlikely – you’ll get an evening of beautiful drama/comedy, quite unlike anything you’ve seen yet. As Director (and Artistic Director of QTC), Wesley Enoch suggests, “As Australians, we are too often ignorant of the issues facing Indigenous Australians. Telling stories that illuminate a neglected issue is an important role for a theatre company…telling stories can make a difference.” Even if you’re able to ignore the plight (who ARE you?!), you’ll be touched by the performances of the actors; they are a couple of this country’s best.

Colette Mann & Roxanne McDonaldColette Mann and Roxanne McDonald have worked with Wesley Enoch on Head Full of Love since its original co-commission in 2010 by Darwin Festival, 32” Browns Mart Producing Hub and Red Dust Theatre. This has been a wonderfully close collaboration, with the playwright, actors and director meeting people in the community to hear their personal stories first hand and it’s a perfect example of how we can create new theatre for all audiences, without leaving any demographic outside of the storytelling circle. We get it. We respond to it (those who are able to have the option to donate on the way out so if that’s you, remember your cold, hard cash for the cause) and we leave the theatre wondering why there isn’t more being done.

Theatre has long been about news delivery and political change. The nuances with which this story is told balance its boldness, the characters are beautifully juxtaposed and the subject is explored to within an inch of its life without any of us feeling as if we are being preached to. Head Full of Love opens up topics of conversation that we have all been wary of discussing. But that’s dispelled with Mann’s opening lines, which ponder the need to say sorry to Tilly! It’s hilarious and touching material. This work explores so many important issues (and encourages us to see the humble beanie in a whole new light!), that you’ll be questioning everything you believe being Australian means.

Patrons created some of the amazing beanies you see on stage and in the foyer. After the season closes, these beanies will be donated to families in need, through St Vincent de Paul’s Hope House.

In line with this heart-warming production, Queensland Theatre Company is putting out the call out for winter warmers to fill our Beanie Bin and assist those who are really feeling the cold this winter. The QTC Beanie Bin is located in the Cremorne Theatre foyer, and we are calling for good quality, second hand knits, beanies, scarves and any other woolly-warmers to go towards St Vincent de Paul’s Winter Appeal and make someone else’s winter a tad more toasty. For more information on the Alice Springs Beanie Festival visit


Bloodland or Dear Australian Theatre Industry, Be Careful What You Wish For


Bangarra Dance Theatre with Sydney Theatre Company  & Adelaide Festival Production

QPAC Playhouse 

14th – 18th March  


Wayne Blair, Writer.


When Cate and Andrew ask for a product, you give it. They asked for a show about indigenous issues and here it is. Are you ready for that? I wasn’t. I thought I was seeing a dance production, which may or may not have alluded to land rights, tribal war and racism in this country. But this is the new Bangarra Theatre. This is Bangarra with less of the dance and more of the issues. This is, without doubt, what the future of indigenous theatre looks like. It’s a rich mix of (some) dance, song and theatre, which lets us in, though some of us are welcomed just as far as the door, on the traditional lore and the urban reality of our indigenous people. In case we’re still in denial about any of those issues.

Tomorrow's Dreaming by Jandamarra Cadd


Larissa Behrendt, Professor of Law.

Larissa Behrendt, Chair of Bangarra, explains, “The medium of theatre adds a different dimension to Stephen’s storytelling craft with extra layering of language, ceremony and silence.” The Stephen she refers to is, of course, Bangarra Artistic Director and choreographer, Stephen Page, who, along with writer, Wayne Blair, hails from Brisbane. Their lively characters, who live “between two worlds, with one foot in each”, and have come into existence through the collaboration of Page, Blair and cultural mentors, Kathy Balnganyngu and Djakapurra Munyarryun, share the stories of North-East Arnhem Land’s original inhabitants, the Yolgnu. They are familiar stories and very funny scenarios to many in the opening night audience.

The language is the thing. Wesley Enoch explains that the Yolgnu language has “very limited use of adjectives…very complex metaphors…it’s like heightened poetry.” With a smattering of Pidgin English thrown in for good measure and more (traditional) song than dance incorporated (more dance again next time, in Terrain), we can follow most of the story. But I feel…marginalised. Yep. I feel like I’m missing out, like I don’t get the punch line; I feel like I’ve walked into somebody else’s party and I don’t know where the kitchen is. And what the hell is that everybody’s drinking?! You know what? I bet I feel the same way a Yolgnu woman might feel in the audience of any one of the RSC’s productions, which have recently come under fire again for being old-fashioned and elitist, among other things (and juxtaposed, quite rightly, against La Boite’s AYLI, by commentator, Stephen Collins, who has probably seen more than the West End Whingers have, only he doesn’t have a blog)! Watching Bloodland, I feel, quite probably, the way an Eora descendent might feel during a performance of Summer of the Seventeenth Doll at Belvoir St or perhaps how a local Gubbi Gubbi woman might feel when she comes to see David Williamson’s Travelling North at Noosa Arts in April. Yikes. The tide has turned.

Aboriginal clans divided by the outside interests of the mining corporations, who’ll pay whoever can prove to a Tribunal, their undisputed ownership of the land. Beneath that layer is another, of the Southern Star-crossed lovers and another, of the comedy of modern technology and deeper down again, the inconceivable tragedy, which we might have felt angrier or sorrier about had we seen more of the love story. Reality bites down hard in our indigenous communities, refuses to loosen its grip and shakes its bone angrily, like a mongrel dog (one of the highlights of the show is David Page as the mongrel)! But loss is loss. And though some of us may wail louder and longer than others, we each feel to some degree, the heavy, heavy impact of trans-generational hate and its myriad consequences.

Because the characters of Bloodland are drawn so clearly, because the key moments are not left to the language alone, because the soundscape is so haunting – stillness in the silence and otherwise, birdsong and an undercurrent of incessantly buzzing flies and heat rising from the earth (think of the languidness of Picnic at Hanging Rock before the ascent and then go listen to Camille to hear the one note sustained for the length of an album) – and because we might as well be experiencing the whole thing in GOMA (how about a MONA season too while we’re finding new audiences?) we get that these are essentially not Anglo, not Aboriginal, but human stories, crossing race, culture, custom, creed. I don’t think that’s what we are meant to get  (I think the stories are seen as belonging to the Yolgnu and it feels almost blasphemous to claim them, or even to recognise them) but that’s what we get. And I wanted to get that more.

Bloodland is a landmark production. It blurs the lines, both in form and content, between what contemporary, indigenous and “traditional” or “conventional” storytelling within a theatrical context can be. It throws dancers, actors and storytellers together into the same big pot on the fire and stirs occasionally, letting the contents bubble away until thick, rich broth reaches the top of the pot and boils over, streaming down the sides and sizzling as it hits hot coals beneath.

By all means, continue to claim the stories! Your stories. We acknowledge, respect and value your stories, your connection to the land, your ceremonies and your culture that might seem strange sometimes, to some of us. We desperately want to know more, hear more, feel more (it’s too easy to be dispassionate about issues from which we feel disconnected).

Gilbert by Jandamarra Cadd

The personal is political, remember?

Why not make it more personal for more of us? My fear is that a devoted non-indigenous audience might slowly wean themselves off this exciting new theatrical form. Share the story with us or don’t. Let us in on the joke or don’t. Once you’ve decided which it is, we can go with you on your journey (or not), feel empathy for your characters and be moved and inspired to find out more about those issues you, rightly, feel so strongly about. Or not. And that’s the magic of theatre, past, present and future. I do like to see as many people as possible, being offered the opportunity to experience the magic of theatre.

Bloodland is a Jandamarra Cadd canvas: “the spirit of reconciliation” evident in its creative process but ultimately, the eyes, revealing eons of despair, give the impression that the lines in the sand, between clans and between colours, are still deeply, irrevocably marked.

If this is what the future of indigenous theatre looks like, we have a whole new world, complete with many of the same old issues turned directly on their heads, to sort through next. Well, BRING IT.

Working Progress by Jandamarra Cadd

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