PARTICIPANTS:
Sofia, Christian, Aela, Gerald, Lilia, Lili, Sana, Nicolas, Luiza, Varínia, Robin, Brendan, Mala
PERFORMANCE > QUESTION > REPLY
1)Varínia > Sofia > Lili
2) Robin > Nicolas > Sana
3) Nicolas > Sana > Luiza
4) Lili > Lili > Varínia
5) Luiza > Varinia > Aela
6) Lilia > Robin >Brendan
7) Sana > Luiza > Mala
8) Gerald > Brendan > Lilia
9) Christian > Mala > Sofia
10) Brendan > Lilia > Nicolas
11) Sofia > Christian > Gerald
12) Aela > Aela > Christian
13) Mala > Gerald > Robin
QUESTIONS:
1)Varínia > Sofia > Lili
Let’s act as if this was what happened last Wednesday. Let’s take one thing for another:
X was asked to locate and touch parts of Y's body, as if it was someone else’s. X chose the neck when The Scientist asked to act as if it was a loved one, but X also chose the neck when The Scientist asked to act as if it was X's own body being touched after sex. Easy to come to the conclusion that, after sex, X wants to be treated as if X’s loved ones. In this experiment, the method of taking one thing for another leads to elucidating conclusions. Let’s elaborate on this methodology. Maybe it works like a mathematical equation, where The Scientist substitutes Y for different values in order to discover more about the nature of X’s conducts and desires.
What does it do: to take one thing for another?
2) Robin > Nicolas > Sana
Dear Robin
I found the solution to your riddle. You are a snail in outer space (probably on the way towards a black hole.)
Still my thoughts couldn’t stop speculating, and I was wondering if it would be possible to exchange some words in your poem. For example: “House” with “Freedom” and “staircase” with “happiness”, “windows” with “Self”. Or more concrete: “my House” with “public space” and “my staircase” with “urbane planing” and “my windows” with “responsibility” etc.
This would give sentences like:
My freedom is circular with no beginning or end…
or
My happiness lead both up and down; my Self is looking both in and out…
or Public space turns on its own axis in a state of perpetual movement..
and As Urbain planning lead both up and down, responsibility look both in and out..
I don’t know how to interpret such sentences, but somehow they sound more promising then looking actually out of my actual “window".
Or how about this:
Our conflicts are circular
with no beginning or end, no sides, no up, no down.
Our conflicts turn on their own axis in a state of a perpetual movement.
Fear infiltrates both up and down suspiciousness observes both in and out.
Your last line is:
There is an occasional flicker, a slit, a slip, of light a path both in and out.
What is “light” for you?
Best, Nicolas
3) Nicolas > Sana > Luiza
Dear Nicolas
Your script and specially the way you presented that make me think about black comedy. In black comedy there is the possibility of talking about serious issues and facts in a humorous way. The characters you created and their confusion were in contrast with the sequences you invited us to imagine as the background. I enjoyed this contradiction,
Dear Luiza
My question is what happens when paradoxes come together?
4) Lili > Lili > Varinia
As the question goes to my own bubble score, I am tempted again to resort to yet another performance artist - Pipilotti Rist and her video-piece, Mutaflor. Question for me to consider again is how do I assimilate influences (consciously and recognizing the unconscious absorption over time). Which artists´ hair would I keep in a little locket? How do I hold them dear, what have they passed on to me?
But in the light of Mutaflor´s perpetual exchange of the inside and outside here is my question to you: how can performance create without excavating? Creation (of new) seems to happen in the pauses we make (for the audience, which are for the performer one of the densest moments, being pressed against the arrow of time, progression and the eye of the audience).
Or the other way around - imagining creation only happens by digging out bones of the bodies once existing, we re-flesh them into the zombies and then how far into the future are we following our creations?
5) Luiza > Varinia > Aela
in your bubble action, you turned off the lights of the room to then use a torch. With the torch in hand, you rolled on the big sheets of paper bringing to light drawings, words and symbols. Your body action, the torch and the action of bringing to the light some drawings made me imagine as if you were an explorer looking to discover some ancient hieroglyphs in a dark cave. My question doesn't concern a possible fiction but more of a technical matter. If in my view a small source of light -the torch- helped you to highlight what maybe the room light would have not, in what other ways could the body become a frame for us to look into the reality in its detail and complexity ?
7) Sana > Luiza > Mala
Dear Sana,
and Mala,
Here is my question, sorry for the little delay :)
In your proposal we were seeing our surroundings with our eyes and through each other. We were seeing through our ears and through language. We were also seeing through our location throughout the stairs and the architecture of the building. That way of seeing was full of flaws, but also of possibilities of reaching things that otherwise we wouldnt be able to reach.
But, to be honest, I felt a bit disconnect of what I was seeing (for myself), as I was immersed in this "seeing through other...", and so I wondered, what is this disconexion ? Is it an openess? Or an omission? How much do we have to disconnect from ourselves in order to connect with another (person, body, structure, time...)?
Hope you have a great weekend!
x
Luiza
8) Gerald > Brendan > Lilia
Remember when we all had VCR's ?
Remember ?
Remember that little clock,
the one on your VCR,
that was always blinking twelve noon,
because you never bothered or figured out how to get in there and change it ?
So it’s always the same time,
just the way it came from the factory.
Good morning. Good night.
Same time tomorrow. We're in record
So here are the questions: Is time long or is it wide?
And the answers? Sometimes the answers
just come in the mail. And one day you get the letter
you've been waiting for forever. And everything it says,
is true. and then the last line says:
________________________________
And what I really want to know is: Are things getting better,
or are they getting worse? Can we start all over again?
Stop. Pause. We're in record. Good morning. Goodnight.
Now I in you without a body move.
And in our hearts we fly. Standby.
Good morning. Good night.
9) Christian > Mala > Sofia
dear Christian,
i am strangely moved by the watering cans, i could watch them being discovered forever, like in a loop, as a repetitive dream, only the colour changes. and then the sound is so evocative, slightly displacing, it frames my perception of the image i see. it is the sound that makes me travel and discover the world with u, as if for the first time, and as if through the lens of "an alien" from the wild blue yonder (https://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=BE&v=N5Lh5mD_JJ4). i wonder how do u make the sound, the recorded sound, how u transform it, how does the relation of the sound to the image work for u, what does it do to the image, how it shifts the image or my perception of the image? the sound keeps moving my sense of a fictional "where": it’s hypnotising, then i'm in Hitchcock, then again i'm here now... but constantly moving through different spaces while looking at the multi-coloured watering cans.
thank u! xm
10) Brendan > Lilia > Nicolas
"Close your eyes and tell me which message I'm sending you."
Projections (as in the mind), dreams, imaginations, reflections (as in a mirror), illusions, hallucinations, building the world as we go ..... what do we want to know that hides behind the surface?
Have a nice week end,
Lilia
11) Sofia > Christian > Gerald
Dear Sofia,
I perceived your projected texts as being synchronized, your voice telling a story about water that sounded very allegorical, and then there was the projected text that spoke directly to us and directed our situation as listeners in a (dry) space.
Your spoken text was a reply to, or inspired by, David Foster Wallaces text "This Is Water" that begins with two young fish meeting an old fish and the old fish says “Morning, boys, how's the water?” and one of the young fish exclaims “What the hell is water?”
So I would like to ask you this: How can water be digital, is there any digital effects/incidents/functions that you normally would compare to water? What effects would it have if your computer was flooded by digital water, leaking in to all your folders and open online accounts like gmail, paypal and facebook?
13) Gerald to Mala
Dear Mala,
In your recent bubble score proposal, you invited us to travel mentally through some of our very human depths. In these dimensions, space and time gain seem to gain elasticity.
In the same movement, emotions feel different, get maybe less personal.
Something universal is going on.
How much are these possible bridges between dimensions, important keystones in your practice, and on broader level, in human collective practices in general?
KEYWORDS: Moon~time~insights, as if, here and there,
