Charlie Tuesday Gates

  After life spinning wildly and uncontrollably into a creative black hole, there is finally a blinding light at the end of the tunnel.  I have offically gone up in the world, a nd s ince departing ways with my greatest love,   I have been living a new dream...  From a trailer park in Bristol My new trailer park life is exactly how I like it. Raw, rural and real.  It reminds me of the places I used to live in before they were bulldozed for luxury flats and bespoke bistros. It’s a super industrial wasteland, a  desolate jungle peppered sparsely with barely a soul on site.  Everything unravelled rather quickly from my life in London, I had a super sweet deal studio wise.   But sadly, the magic carpet was stepped on and I went flying off…  And w ithout an art studio, I officially had no reason to live.     Friends told me to get a real job- but I still wasn’t prepared to sacrifice my creativity for a job I hated to endure in a city that was not kind.    

Unfortunately, due to a series of the most unfortunate and catastrophic events smashing wildly and unexpectedly into each other- I have had to cancel the show. The Greatest Show That Ever Died, remains dead.               The universe has dealt some devastating blows in a whole variety of situations, and sadly this is one of them. To be able to live as I do in London, I need to not be paying rent. I found a way to do this through house sitting. Sometimes you’re living the dream, other times it’s sofa surfing, squat life and tinder dates. As well as my tempestuous sleeping arrangements, I have also been secretly struggling for a creative reason to live. For a while now, I have been slowly slipping into an uphill battle with a whirling pit of despair. Nothing was moving, everything was stuck. Most things felt lost. The only real joy and sanctuary was my art studio, which was generously donated to me a few years ago by The Vaults. No matter what was going on, I could alwa

It’s the news everyone has been waiting for….   The notorious taxidermy animal puppets are back to sing for their lives, as the creator of the greatest show that ever died brings you a brand new cabaret direct from the underworld. . . Ignominious artist Charlie Tuesday Gates has scraped up roadkill, bought deceased dogs from gumtree and revived the family pet to create the ultimate subversive theatre experience. It feels like they've spent an eternity in the freezer, but finally, Foxy, Badger and the gang are back from the dead, singing their smash hits based on the true stories of the animals miserable lives… This is a brand new show- crude, rude and brutal.   Guaranteed to be the night of anybody's life.. The ultimate subversive theatre experience. . . The Resistance Gallery 236 Poyser Street, Bethnal Green 7pm Who knows when you'll hear the dead sing again .... TICKETS:   https://billetto.co.uk/c-t-gates FACEBOOK Twitter:@_sing4

My weird stuff will be popping up in The Last Tuesday Societies window. Sunday 6th March happens to be Mothers day...So if your mum likes gin and weird dead things, she'll probabaly have the best time ever. Viktor Wynd has the most stunning collection of curio, taxidermy and hardcore art, and finally me and my namesake have been united- In one glorious window to my soul, to dreams and to nightmares. To be honest it's not that 'nightmarish'. The window display is actually pretty, well- pretty. There's hints of darkness, but mostly it's just odd. Oddly beautiful. Gin and tings from 3pm Wear a hat. 

When I heard the devastating news, the only words that came out of my mouth were ‘fuck’ For 6 hours. It was like I had fuck tourettes. I physically couldn’t help it. FUCK. I'd just found out I had to evacuate my studio in the cavernous wonder tunnels that are hiding underneath Waterloo station. My heart, suddenly ripped out and thrown somewhere desperately unpleasant, had stopped beating. I'd lost my love. I’ve lived and loved many spaces; Places that make your hairs stand on end. Spaces so deep and dark you feel totally alone, and nothing in the world can touch, or stop you. The Vaults was one such space. When I first walked through those damp tunnels, I felt at home. Spiritually at home. Apparently they even used to keep the dead bodys there... Perfect.  I loved the smell, I loved the decay, I loved the weird noises and trains grumbling above my head comfortingly,  reminding me that time was real. I happened there after an invitation to exhibit in their g

Theatre Bubble got in touch to ask some questions about how to make a successfully crowd funded project. It would seem my fund raising efforts did not go unnoticed and Sing For Your Life and it's believers have been featured on various websites as complete success storys :D " Sing For Your Life  is perhaps the perfect example: created by a reputed international sculpture artist without a background in theatre, it paired puppetry with taxidermy pets to create political theatre perfection. Having won awards and acclaim at the Vault Festival, it went on to raise £5,400 ..... " ".. Even amongst new work by internationally acclaimed companies such as Complicite and GECKO,  Sing For Your Life  stands out as one of the most memorable highlights of the Edinburgh Fringe, and the most genuinely effective piece of political theatre I have witnessed to date – "  Here's the full interview: http://www.theatrebubble.com/2016/02/crowdfunding-companies-charlie-