An interview/presentation of my dad's alongside workshops he was giving in the UK in the early 90s -- Dick McCaw, a teacher at Royal Holloway University, London, and friend of Henry’s found & sent along this archival footage
An excerpt from Dick's obituary in Nov 2013:
"And my connection with Henry? He took part in a project called Stamping Ground for the International Workshop Festival (IWF) in Nottingham in 1992. We became instant friends. On our first evening together in the completely deserted dining room floor of our hotel, in demonstrating his Aikido he would pick me up and skittle me across the floor. He was very careful about how and where he threw me – he was simply playing. I was then Associate Director and became Artistic Director of IWF in 1993, and from then on he was a regular visitor to IWF. I learned so much from him. Let me cite two moments from a workshop in 1996 I programmed in association with the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh. In the middle of an exercise, Henry suddenly breaks off what he is saying, and approaches me with the fingers of his hands curled as if begging: ‘Please Mister Arts Council, could you give me some money!’ he pleads. I and the rest of the class were baffled as to what was going on. Rather than explain, he bursts out laughing and says, ‘Don’t Kvetch!’ It is a note it took me years to understand. My gesture was half arsed, fudged, and looked more like an apology than a statement of intention. What he meant is explained by the second moment when he demanded that our gestures should burn through space like a flaming sword (an image he attributed to Artaud, though I don’t recognise it). What he didn’t want was my banana-fingered, held-back gesture that looked like an apology rather than a communication. It is that generous, powerful, forceful gesture that Henry could make so eloquently – he had an effortless, graceful and directed power."