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Gareth can be commissioned to write original plays for your theatre company or venue. He's also interested in collaborating with visual artists and performers to devise inter-disciplinary theatre. Here are examples of press releases for some of his previous commissions:
The Madness, The Darkness & The Dancer
Venue: Wakefield Arts Centre, September 2008
“There was a time when the kiddies played with proper robust, versatile toys – toys with charisma and a winning smile, toys which fed the imagination with infinite possibilities...”
Horizon Arts present an enchanting story of two misfits who must come to terms with life in the shadow of an unjustly popular and sickeningly sweet nemesis.
Rejected by a world that no longer wants them, Billy the misanthropic clown and Bridget the cowardly troll face the dreadful prospect of living out their days in a gloomy attic, where discarded toys are left to die and the salvation of the car boot sale is little more than a forlorn hope.
Will the clown ever have the heart to smile beneath his fixed grin? Will the troll ever live up to her namesake? What terrible thing lives in the haunted toy chest? And when will that dancer learn not to mess with the premier toys around here?
The Last Christmas
Venue: Wakefield Arts Centre, February 2008
The Last Christmas is a one-act comedy drama set in an office with a difference! Follow the hilarious adventures of four secretaries and their over demanding boss. It’s not easy working for the man who created the entire universe... the paperwork is out of this world!
Horizon Arts proudly present 'The Last Christmas', an original one-act play conceived/directed by Philip Stokes and written by Gareth Durasow.
The Policy of Truth
Venue: Wakefield Arts Centre, September 2007
Trapped in a room where childhood games decide who is next to die and prison politics cost love and lives, the inmates have exhausted their food, their trust, their inhibitions, their principles and their hope. Some recoil at the blood on their hands, others lick their hands clean. Time is a joke here. The clock takes two steps forward and one step back. And every agonising second is put to sinister purpose by their keeper - a malevolent psychopath with a ringmaster's panache.