I had a meeting with Gisela, the director for Antigona this evening. It was a very productive meeting. Nothing was settled. Well a few things were settled, but far more interesting were the questions that were raised. Approaching a text as a framework to ask questions is far more significant than treating it as an answer or a question that need be answered.
One of the questions we asked was what is the role of a narrator, a story teller, in our contemporary world. I was hard pressed to find an analog to the role of the story teller as found in traditional social settings. An actor, obviously is a story teller. There are all manner of radio and television personalities that come to mind. Yet none of these hold the same resonance as the traditional storyteller. Homer or the Shaman. These do not exist as a cultural stronghold in our society.
Nothing quite feels right to me. Gisela mentioned the rock star or the DJ as a modern analog. Its an interesting approach, but I am not sure how it intersects with the text. There was a lot more to the discussion but much of it was like this, circling around an answer that we both felt was there, but never quite hitting on it. I did have a wonderful Chai Latte in the process though.
Some of the problem with locating this personality is related to the nature of religion and spirituality in our culture. America gives one the choice, Atheism or Fundamentalism. ‘In God We Trust” is printed on our money, but that symbol swings both ways. God money I’ll do anything for you. The role of the story teller necessarily lives between these two extremes, just as the Shaman lives between the physical world and the land of spirits. It is not a sermon but there is a spiritual quality to the storytellers work. They are the grand narrator.
These are some interesting questions that will resolve themselves, or not, as we progress with the piece.
And just what the fuck does this have to do with light?!?!?!
Yet another reason why I love my job. It has absolutely nothing, and yet everything to do with it. Discussing the notion of time as projecting both forwards and back continually into this evolving moment does not in any way translate directly into the placement of lighting equipment or colors. It does however, begin to point the way to a worldview. A way of seeing and a way of being. When that world is understood, when you can see through the worldview of the piece, then questions like the angle and color of lights begin to answer themselves. It becomes obvious.
We did speak about the quality of light some. That it must be an exploration of the lightness of light. That is, the essence of light. Light at its core being. What is the existential foundation of light? When it is stripped bare, what is light?
This is not an easy question. I do not know if it a question that can be answered. A physicist even is hard pressed to answer it. Well, is it a wave or a particle? “Its both. Yet not quite either. You see, it changes.” How much harder in an aesthetic pursuit where even a simple binary like that is not possible.
Light is everything. It is our entire reality. At least our physical reality. We go through our day to day lives in a world of signs and signifiers. Yet every object we see is no object. We see light. The computer screen you read these words on is light, perhaps that is obvious but even then we find occasion to mistake the screen for too solid flesh. The computer is light, at least everything that you do not touch. The walls in the room in which you are sitting, the people around you every day, all are light.
This is no metaphor. This is our life. We often forget that we are constantly living this illusion. Believing in the reality of our sensory world we think we see ‘real’ solid objects. It is real and it is solid, but our sight is just light. Turn off the overhead light and turn on a desk lamp. The world is changed.
A new world is born.