Photo by Paul Kruse
Here, you can follow the creative process of the The Ubiquitous Mass of Us! Premiering in New Hazlett Theater’s CSA Performance Series on June 14, 2014! Created by Maree ReMalia | merrygogo in collaboration with Pittsburgh artists with generous support from New Hazlett Theater’s CSA Performance Series, Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, a state agency, The Heinz Endowments Small Arts Initiative and Kelly Strayhorn Theater’s Fresh Works Residency and PearlArts Studios Salon Series.
The Ubiquitous Mass of Us is an interdisciplinary performance work created over three intensive rehearsal periods throughout 2013-2014. In this escalating journey, with a hint of other worldliness, we question the bounds of our identities and the way we take up space – Who are we as individuals? Who are we together? How far beyond what we conceive of ourselves can we go? What are the myriad ways in which we inhabit space? What are the visible and invisible boundaries we create? How are these questions impacted by and connected to contemporary issues in a larger context? Here, we bare the complexity of our individual and collective identities through a broad range of physicality and newly discovered expressions that explore the liminal zones and hard lines between.
Initially stemming from Maree’s personal experiences and inquiries related to divisions of land and inhabitation of living spaces and the ways in which our internal landscapes become storehouses of information, each performer has been invited to consider her/his personal experiences related to these topics through physical explorations, readings, and dialogue which has become source material for the piece.
Featuring Joseph Hall, Taylor Knight, Paul Kruse, Adil Mansoor, Moriah Ella Mason, Jil Stifel, Anna Thompson and David Bernabo oscillating between movement and sound. The performers will move in and around the work of costume stylist Rachel Vallozzi and visual artist Blaine Siegel.
Find out more about Ubiquitous collaborators on our Tumblr Page………. http://mareeremalia-merrygogo.tumblr.com/
Fresh Works Residency
View WIP excerpts from Kelly Strayhorn Theater’s Fresh Works Residency (11.13.13)
Edited by Paul Kruse
4/29/13 | Inspiration 1
Excerpts from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
“My heart is weak and unreliable. When I go it will be my heart. I try to burden it as little as possible. If something is going to have an impact, I direct it elsewhere. My gut, for example, or my lungs, which might seize up for a moment but have never yet failed to take another breath. When I pass a mirror and catch a glimpse of myself, or I’m at the bus stop and some kids come up behind me and say, Who smells like shit?—small daily humiliations—these I take, generally speaking, in my liver. Other damages I take in other places. The pancreas I reserve for being struck by all that’s been lost. It’s true that there’s so much, and the organ is so small. But. You would be surprised how much it can take, all I feel is a quick sharp pain and then it’s over. Sometimes I imagine my own autopsy. Disappointment in myself: right kidney. Disappointment of others in me: left kidney. Personal failure: kishkes. I don’t mean to make it sound like I’ve made a science out of it. It’s not that well thought out. I take it where it comes. It’s just I notice certain patterns. When the clocks are turned forward and the dark falls before I’m ready, this, for reasons I can’t explain, I feel in my wrists. And when I wake up and my fingers are stiff, almost certainly I was dreaming of my childhood. The field where we used to play, the field in which everything was discovered and everything was possible. (We ran so hard we thought we would spit blood: to me that is the sound of childhood, of heavy breathing and shoes scraping the hard earth.) Stiffness of the fingers is the dream of childhood as it’s been returned to me at the end of my life. I have to run them under the hot water, steam clouding the mirror, outside the rustle of pigeons. Yesterday I saw a man kicking a dog and I felt it behind my eyes. I don’t know what to call this, a place before tears. The pain of forgetting: spine. The pain of remembering: spine. All the times I have suddenly realized that my parents are dead, even now, it still surprises me, to exist in the world while that which made me has ceased to exist: my knees…to everything a season, to every time I’ve woken only to make the mistake of believing for a moment that someone was sleeping beside me: a hemorrhoid. Loneliness: there is no organ that can take it all.”
“The first language humans had was gestures. There was nothing primitive about this language that flowed from people’s hands, nothing we say now that could not be said in the endless array of movements possible with the fine bones of the fingers and wrists. The gestures were complex and subtle, involving a delicacy of motion that has since been lost completely.
During the Age of Silence, people communicated more, not less. Basic survival demanded that the hands were almost never still, and so it was only during sleep (and sometimes not even then) that people were not saying something or other. No distinction was made between the gestures of language and the gestures of life. The labor of building a house, say, or preparing a meal was no less an expression than making the sign for I love you or I feel serious. When a hand was used to shield one’s face when frightened by a loud noise something was being said, and when fingers were used to pick up what someone else had dropped something was being said; and even when the hands were at rest, that, too, was saying something. Naturally, there were misunderstandings. There were times when a finger might have been lifted to scratch a nose, and if casual eye contact was made with one’s lover just then, the lover might accidentally take it to be the gesture, not at all dissimilar, for Now I realize I was wrong to love you. These mistakes were heartbreaking. And yet, because people knew how easily they could happen, because they didn’t go round with the illusion that they understood perfectly the things other people said, they were used to interrupting each other to ask if they’d understood correctly. Sometimes these misunderstandings were even desirable, since they gave people a reason to say, Forgive me, I was only scratching my nose. Of course I know I’ve always been right to love you. Because of the frequency of these mistakes, over time the gesture for asking forgiveness evolved into the simplest form. Just to open your palm was to say: Forgive me.
If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms – if you find yourself at a loss for what to do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body – it’s because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what’s inside and what’s outside, was so much less. It’s not that we’ve forgotten the language of gestures entirely. The habit of moving our hands while we speak is left over from it. Clapping, pointing, giving the thumbs-up, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together. And at night, when it’s too dark to see, we find it necessary to gesture on each other’s bodies to make ourselves understood.”
5/3/13 | Inspiration 2
Ohad Naharin’s new work, The Hole
5/7/13 | Inspiration 3
Of Men, Women, and Space; News Harvard Gazette
“Issues of space and gender are not new. But the conference was intended to expand that discourse, she said. It brought up gender- and space-related issues of migration, non-Western perspectives on personal space, architecture, borders, sexual violence, and new digital communities that for better or for worse test gender’s meaning.
During the panel on interior space, Judith Donath, a Berkman Faculty Fellow at Harvard Law School, said the Internet has not lived up to the ideal that it would usher in a new age on post-gender space, in which men and women could roam freely without the burdens (or expectations) of gender identity.
For one, she said, the Internet is a place that people — suddenly bodyless — can lie about gender for excitement, comfort, or fun. But their words may betray them, said Donath. Men remain more aggressive in that arena of expression than women are.
Space is a battleground in the gender wars, in part because of a cultural norm accepted for centuries: Men filled up space like Zeus, and women like a quiet wraith.”
5/23/13 | Inspiration 4
Harvard Divinity School: Permaculture and the Sacred: A Conversation with Starhawk
Check the first few minutes of this video where Starhawk talks about “edges” and “ecotones” in permaculture and how “3rd systems” are often richer and allow for things to exist in between….”
8/1/13 | Inspiration 5
This blog post references The Poetics of Space:
“Home is How You Make It”
8/10/13 | Inspiration 6
Thanks to cast member Jil Stifel, Gaston Bachelard’s Poetics of Space, will offer philosophical fodder for the work.
“Daydreaming even has a privilege of autovalorization. It derives direct pleasure from its own being. Therefore, the places in which we have experienced daydreaming reconsitute themselves in a new daydream, and it is because our memories of former dwelling-places are relived as day-dreams that these dwelling-places of the past remain in us for all time.”
“Past, present, and future give the house different dynamisms, which often interfere at times opposing, at others, stimulating one another.”
“I pointed out earlier that the unconscious is housed. It should be added that it is well happily housed, the space of its happiness. The normal unconscious knows how to make itself at home everywhere, and psychoanalysis comes to the assistance of the ousted unconscious of the unconscious that has been roughly or insidiously dislodged. But psychoanalysis sets the human being in motion, rather than at rest. It calls on him to live outside the abodes of his unconscious, to enter into life’s adventures, to come out of himself…..Because we must also give an exterior destiny to the interior being.”
“Thus we cover the universe with drawings we have lived. These drawings need not be exact. They need only to be tonalized on the mode of our inner space. But what a book would have to be written to decide all these problems! Space calls for action, and before action, the imagination is at work. It mows and ploughs. We should have to speak of the benefits of all these imaginary actions.”
“…the willingness of extroverted persons to exteriorize their intimate impressions.”
“All we communicate to others is an orientation towards what is secret without ever being able to tell the secret objectively.”
8/23/13 | Inspiration 7
I like these moving set pieces in Nicole Wolcott’s 100 Beginnings:
Also these from Beth Ratas:
Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui
Anne de Keersmaeker
8/27/13 | Inspiration 8
In the news, mediated spaces, bodily representations and implications:
MTV Videos: We Can’t Stop Blurred Lines
Articles on Miley Cyrus MTV Music Awards Video:
Solidarity is for Miley Cyrus, Jezebel
9/8/13 | Inspiration 9
Some things that inspired me in New York:
Faye Driscoll’s work-in-progress showing of Thank you for Coming
Museum of the City of New York’s Exhibit Making Room
New Museum’s Exhibit of Ellen Gallagher Don’t Axe Me
Elizabeth Streb Company Rehearsal of The Human Fountain
Brooklyn Art Library’s The Sketchbook Project
Museum of Arts and Design Exhibits
9/9/13 | Inspiration 10
Jérôme Bel’s Pichet Klinchen and Myself (from 70 min. on)
9/16/13 | Inspiration 11
Elizabeth Streb’s How to Become an Action Hero
inspired by Streb’s ideas of experience as a verb and ‘pop action’ and thoughts related to the “anti-tower arena” and the ways in which she invites diverse communities, embrace of distraction, and the stripping away the veneer of privilege, and questions she raises in regard to public vs. private and outside vs. inside in her life/artistic work. people are always welcome to pop in and watch their rehearsals, they often have several things going on at once in their “studio” and they welcome cell phones, eating, etc. some of this challenges what i am accustomed to in a process and i find value in “closed” intimate settings with my cast and at the same time i am curious about opening this “sacred” space a bit to invite interested people to observe. i know it is impossible for observing eyes to not change what we are doing and i would want us to be able to maintain as much of a vulnerable, exploratory, go for it kind of space as if we were on our own. http://www.streb.org/V2/vision/index.html
p. 46 “Action shows are events, not presentations. It is the difference between what you are actually doing or letting happen to your body, as opposed to what you are showing or presenting, which usually occurs in a more controlled or safe environment.”
p. 47 “Movement is an oral history, passed from one practitioner to another. What can that body do?”
p. 56 “These stark beginnings taught me many things. One of the conditions of personhood, especially critical for young women, is to not worry about the future, and certainly to not worry about yourself. You have to risk everything at least once, dive into a new city with some but not a lot of money and, knowing no one, begin your life anew. In a fundamental way, it’s about learning to take up a space.”
p. 68 “As noted in The Deleuze Dictionary, ‘Space is rich in potentiality because it makes possible the realizations of events. A given image or concept, when ti is seen or engaged, creates and dissipates space in the time of its perception. Space is something that is at the edges of language. Deleuze calles the apprehension of space an ‘exhaustion’ of meaning.'”
10/8/13 | Inspiration 12
Formations and large ensembles…..
Ohio State University Marching Band
Poo Chae Choom, Korean fan dance
I feel a special kind of connection with this excerpt from Miranda July’s, The Future
Interview on creative process & audience with theater director, Young Jean Lee.
Palestinian Woman Plants Flowers In Israeli Army Tear Gas Grenades
5/31/14 | Inspiration 25
Thank you Jil Stifel for sharing this article!
“I don’t want to make works, nor am I interested in works that purport an ethic. I like works that make you have to look at your own ethics around what’s going on in them. Dance just does that. Just male and female bodies on a stage is a storm of information. And it’s the same thing with race. So I’m trying to create ways for people to look at that without coming down and doing anything—shaking a finger or avoiding anything. Just letting it be very present to say, this is one of the avenues we’re looking at here. I like the complication it presents.” – Tere O’Connor
For full article click here.
6/4/14 | Inspiration 26
Young Jean Lee does it again…..’I don’t want to have to think about race’
Read this meaty article about her work The Shipment here.
Be tempted: [In the first act of Young Jean Lee’s The Shipment, which makes its UK debut at London’s LIFT Festival on 10 June, an African American comedian bounds on to the stage as the crowd whoops and hollers. After several provocative jokes, he asks: “Why do black comedians still do those ‘White people are like this, black people are like that’ jokes? Well, I’ll tell you why,” he says. “White people be evil.”
But just when viewers are shifting uncomfortably in their seats, the comedian smiles. “Naw,” he says, “Most white folks ain’t evil – they just stupid.” Then the smile fades. “You think I enjoy talkin’ ’bout race? I wanna talk about poop.”]
Thank you Isaac. There are 10,000 galaxies in this image.