and more from Ole Kristensen and also on vimeoThursday, April 23, 2009
LIGHTBOX
so this is what we did in Dublin....you can see the whole damn process at http://60degrees-southlight.blogspot.com/
Body Navigation
noice...
Dance Installation
Recoil Performance Group, Spring 2008
A reactive floorprojection for a Recoil Performance Group dance performance/installation. Developed with choreographer Tina Tarpgaard and programmer Jonas Jongejan.
Two dancers and their digital reproduction are the scenographic frame of this humorous and emotional portrait of human relations. Based on rules and structured in a game like manner, the installation makes way for a playful dialog between the man, woman and the digital “footprints” they leave behind.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
NZ school of Dance
so I spent the afternoon with a first year class that Merenia Gray is working with,using some of Hone Tuwhare poems as inspiration..
I showed them some imagery and some things I'd been playing with,some processing stuff.It was interesting to see there reaction...all unusable at the moment of course..curse you ethics...but soon I'll have a methodology sorted out and some ethics notifications done and then I can really start digging into what they experienced.
A Fall of Rain at Mitimiti: Hokianga
Drifting on the wind, and through
the broken window of the long house
where you lie, incantory chant
of surf breaking, and the Mass
and the mountain talking.
At your feet two candles puff the
stained faces of the whanau, the vigil
of the bright madonna. See, sand-whipped
the toy church does not flinch.
E moe, e te whaea: wahine rangimarie
Mountain, why do you loom over us like
that, hands on massive hips? Simply
by hooking your fingers to the sea,
rain-squalls swoop like a hawk, suddenly.
Illuminated speeches darken, fade to metallic
drum-taps on the roof.
Anei nga roimata o Rangipapa.
Flat, incomprehensible faces: lips moving
only to oratorical rhythms of the rain:
quite please, I can't hear the words.
And the rain steadying: black sky leaning
against the long house. Sand, wind-sifted
eddying lazily across the beach.
And to a dark song lulling: e to whaea, sleep.
1974.
I showed them some imagery and some things I'd been playing with,some processing stuff.It was interesting to see there reaction...all unusable at the moment of course..curse you ethics...but soon I'll have a methodology sorted out and some ethics notifications done and then I can really start digging into what they experienced.
A Fall of Rain at Mitimiti: Hokianga
Drifting on the wind, and through
the broken window of the long house
where you lie, incantory chant
of surf breaking, and the Mass
and the mountain talking.
At your feet two candles puff the
stained faces of the whanau, the vigil
of the bright madonna. See, sand-whipped
the toy church does not flinch.
E moe, e te whaea: wahine rangimarie
Mountain, why do you loom over us like
that, hands on massive hips? Simply
by hooking your fingers to the sea,
rain-squalls swoop like a hawk, suddenly.
Illuminated speeches darken, fade to metallic
drum-taps on the roof.
Anei nga roimata o Rangipapa.
Flat, incomprehensible faces: lips moving
only to oratorical rhythms of the rain:
quite please, I can't hear the words.
And the rain steadying: black sky leaning
against the long house. Sand, wind-sifted
eddying lazily across the beach.
And to a dark song lulling: e to whaea, sleep.
1974.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Golan Levin and Collaborators
and of course the lovely yellowtail.and meshy etc. how did they all of a sudden get to be 10 years old!?
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