Women & Wildness – Victoria Firth

Batty!

20thSeptember 2025

This is a picture of Sophie, Duchess of Edinburgh, with me and the inimitable Kathryn Hanke taken at our last performance of BATTY! at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.

I haven’t posted it before. I didn’t want to go straight to marketing, because it was more about meeting…

Theatre creates such an opportunity for people to gather in ways that’s getting rarer, there’s an intimacy in laughing and crying together, community that happens when our stories meet those of others.

I’m really grateful for the visit, it was a thrilling and fun way to finish our run and I thought about my mum and was excited to tell my dad. Other people took notice too and that’s interesting isnt it? I got asked why my small fringe show, new writing that wasnt selling particularly well, got chosen for a Royal visit.

But women’s stories are not niche, nor are narratives about older people. We are large in number and we’re at all levels of society and come from all backgrounds. And sharing our stories is important for our joy and our well-being. I’d like more space for that.

If you’d like some space for that, or you’d just like to see a women who has now sweated, sworn, and slid on a broomstick in front of royalty! then come and be BATTY with me…

Our autumn tour starts next week:

Sunday 28th September – LBT, Huddersfield – TICKETS HERE

Saturday 4th October – The Dukes, Lancaster – TICKETS HERE

Wednesday 8th October – Queens Hall, Hexham – TICKETS HERE

Thursday 9th October – Waterside, Sale – TICKETS HERE

Sunday 19th October – Storyhouse, Chester – TICKETS HERE

It would be lovely to see you x

P.S. In case you were wondering – she was absolutely lovely!

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Samhain

31st October 2024

It is said that this time of year is when the veil between the worlds is at its thinnest, when connections with ancestors and lost loved ones are felt most easily.

I’m noticing a different closeness with the past…that the space between me and unwanted feelings and experiences has shrunk. Glimpses of people I’d rather not see again, ghosts of bad experiences, whispers of mistakes made, pickled fears, are all scratching at my back. Little micro haunts and taunts provoking another round of navigating old wounds.

But although they feel close by, they also remind me how far Ive come, my provenance, and Ive decided that there are occasions when it's OK not to look over your shoulder. That to always have your eye in the rear view mirror brings its own challenge. Sometimes you can leave what's behind, behind, and face forward even if it feels impolite to your own experience.

The chatterings are still there, dark and toothy, but I’m not going to turn my head.
It's the most vibrant autumn I can remember and there's much more pleasing things to look at.

Image from ELEMENTAL a performance photographic collaboration with Holly Revell.

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Mabon

22nd September 2024

I can find this time of year difficult, the shift between seasons…

I love autumn but I’m not ready for summer to be over yet. Sometimes, it takes me a long time to slow down and a stretch of space to remember how to play. The earlier, darker nights seem to impinge on possibility and suggest harder times ahead with less light and more layers to wear, plus the long shadow of festive expectations.
I know when I revel in the joys of autumn there are many new pleasures to be had, but it often takes until Halloween for me to embrace and embody them, for my mind and body to catch up. In the meantime I pass through weary, restless, heartful, heavy places. Things land deeply and slip rootlessly at the same time. My sleeping shifts, and so does my dreaming. Thoughts and emotions try to burrow in before the den is built.

…change is afoot and in the air. And all change means letting go, as well as opening up, and dealing with now. So this Equinox I am being intentional. Noticing my resistance, my yearning and paying attention to the small truths of what is. The days the ground is a little drier and the days when it’s more muddy. The colour of the leaves, some already turned and some just ripening to their autumn palette. I’m resting a little more than would be my habit, and I’m going outside a little more than is my usual.

Nature is a good friend and it’s nice to just go see her.

#autumnequinox #happymabon #lightanddarkness #seasonchange #noticingthesmallthings #outsideinside #rest #beingwithwhatis #witchingabout

Images from ELEMENTAL a performance photographic collaboration with Holly Revell.

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Pushing Butter – The Collection

31st March 2022

This is a collection of five blogs I wrote while re-making my live art performance THE BUTTER PIECE. My writing is joined by five pieces from other artists whose work involves, or is about, the body. It’s an insight into the artistic process but also a reflection on themes that come up from living in our skin – being seen, looking and being looked at, queerness, shame, ageing, change and materiality.

You can read the collection on ISSUU HERE

Or download it below:

Pushing-Butter Download

The guest writers are: Orrow Amy Bell, Jade Blackstock, Gillian Dyson, Ursula Martinez & Holly Revell. It was edited by Jodean Sumner and features drawings by Gillian and photographs from Coralie Datta and Matt Rogers.

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Pushing Butter #5 of 5 – The material facts

This is one of a series of writings that reflect on my journey toward re-making a performance art work called ‘The Butter Piece’. I first made it in 2011 and I’m revisiting it now a decade later.

‘The Butter Piece’ was shown live at CLAY, Leeds on the 26th November and Colchester Arts Centre on the 1st December. More details here.

08 December 2021

The most difficult part is the beginning.
Removing the dress.
There’s no way to take your clothes off that doesn’t smack of taking your clothes off
-and all that that denotes
I’m naked in it

And the butter starts hard.
As I ease up to it, it doesn’t respond easily
I have to give it my sure, smooth, slow movement.
And it responds by leaving oiliness up and around the spaces 
- places you aren’t supposed to be aware of in company

It feels shameful.
Smeary 
Like accidents and ignorance 
Secretive - derived from 
Secretions
Judgement
I feel hot.
The outer surfaces of my skin tighten against the gaze of the audience.

Later is better.

The social context slips away and naked is the new normal.
Anxious tension gives way to pleasure as
The butter gives me it’s soft, smooth, slow movement.
And I slide into it like a warm bath 
- and play.
We make long slides
short shunts
We can do what we like..... 

The end is a different kind of daring.

Clothes on, or off, doesn’t really matter because we have arrived
Exposure has melted into power
The risk is only falling
free falling
and free standing.

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Pushing Butter #3 of 5 – Queer Considerations

‘The Butter Piece’ will be shown live at CLAY, Leeds on the 26th November and Colchester Arts Centre on the 1st December. More details here https://www.victoriafirth.co.uk/the-butter-piece-2021/

22 November 2021

Someone asked me if The Butter Piece was a queer work and I didn’t know what to answer. So I started thinking about the queer work I see, and the notion of ‘the queer body’ and I still don’t know what to answer.

I do use the term ‘queer’ to describe myself and I made The Butter Piece so that might make it queer by default. I’m also an artist but I am not sure everything I make is art – although it is when I intend it.

How do being and doing relate?

Sometimes I think my very identity is an action and vice versa. Sometimes it’s totally irrelevant, or I want it to be, to ensure no-one feels the work isn’t for them. But I also want to make it for some people in particular, and I want them to know it.

I made this first and foremost for women. The Butter Piece was definitely intended as a feminist action – my queer identity wasn’t something I platformed back then. It is more visible and important to me now. I’m starting to realise I’m a bit of a late developer with both my art and my voice.

If I try and feel it out, queerness for me relates a lot to ‘otherness’ but in some contexts I have felt ‘other’ as a woman so it’s hard to separate out difference and discrimination purely on the basis of gender or sexuality.

I can say that being in physcially intimate relationships with women has been transformative to my sense of self and my self is what I use to make performance. Intimacy with another female body has been validating, healing, informative, joyful. It has enabled me.

There’s no overt queer content in this piece though. No words. Just what you see and hear and maybe smell. I find references that speak to the sense of my sexuality in that but I don’t know whether you will.

We could take queerness to mean radical, the transgressive, and by this definition The Butter Piece is a sure thing. Queer in provocation, by putting my female body on display with my own agency.

Is it transgressive to be an audience to such an act then? Is it radical to look? Does that make you queer for those moments? Are we all having a collective queer experience?

I don’t know, but it sounds like fun.

_{Photo credit @CoralieDatta}

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The Shape of Water

22nd September 2021

An extraordinary thing happened to me.

I was walking along the canal when I saw a duck dive so it was half submerged and half above water – bum up.

And in that split second I KNEW exactly how it felt. Not emotionally but kinaesthetically. I had a total experience of knowing it’s shape, how much it weighed, what it was like to touch and how it’s body felt in and out of the deep. It was one of those unexplainable moments.

Later I realised my lockdown projects of keeping (and so handling) chickens, wild swimming and trying to be in my own body were all ingredients of this withchery.

There is more.

My sister and I have decided to read all my mum’s books. My mum loved reading and always had a book in her hand, or splayed half open on the arm of the chair where she was sitting.

In holding a ‘mum book’ out in front of me I can see my own hands and also slip into another consciousness where I can simultaneously experience her hands and know the feel of them around this same book. Part of what I see is heredity but there is another Knowing of her shape and sense of touch that I can trace on top of, or under, my own.

Later I realised my experience of caring for my mum in her end of life journey meant I knew the intimacies of her body in a more tactile way than I ever had before. Her skin, her joints, the weight and texture of her landscapes – the physical act of caring bringing a tangibility to our continuing bond.

I wonder about the impact of a year, in which most people had no, or very little touch, on our embodied empathy. The collective context of the pandemic has lent itself to online sharing and temporary communities of individual experience – loss and grief have been real points of connection for me and many.

But I wonder about the physical body, the vessel that holds the heart and spiritual self, it’s potential for us to make connections beyond our busy everyday consciousness. The intimacy of this raw material that knows that you, a book, a bird, a hand, love, are all one in the universe.

The words ‘feeling’ and ‘touching’ have multiple meanings and that makes a new kind of sense as I realise anew that what I experience physically has a relationship with what I experience emotionally – even across space and time.

We all transfer, imagine and recreate touch we have felt.

We can feel the shape of water.

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Beltane – “I want…”

01 May 2020

‘No.
This is not about women and madness.

And I don’t want mind over matter
to keep things in mind
Be mindful
Mind my manners
Mind my own business.

I want to be embodied.

Be body positive
body beautiful
Full bodied
A body of water
A body of earth

I want to pee outside
Roll down hills
Swim naked
Make love potions
Bake magical cakes

Leave the curtains open.
Bark!’

(Some words in progress from what I hope will be my new theatre show – ‘Batty’.)

With Beltane love and blessings ❤ 🔥xxx

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