Posts Tagged ‘film’

Interruption Culture

Friday, May 28th, 2010

It seems that the internet is changing the internal structure of our brains making us more prone to surface skimming of information and less likely to do deep investigative reading. I remember back in college when the internet was far less exciting than it is now I would use it for email and not much more. Research and information came through books, magazines, and news papers. Now that has shifted dramatically and I have found my own powers of concentration affected.

The question of good and bad seems far less relevant to me than the question of useful or not useful. In an evolutionary feedback loop our brains are changing as the result of cultural developments and then culture in turn changes. Art that requires sustained viewing, think film, plays, musicals, dance, and so forth, have been shifting in style for decades towards a more visually active format.

It turns out that this evolution towards a fast visual style actually has a scientific name, 1/f. in jargon it is called pink noise. In the Wired article about how the internet is changing our brains, the analogy is given that we use the internet more like hunter-gatherers of information, following tracks and picking up little bits of information here and there. Pink noise, it turns out is more than just a formula for interesting visual effects, but can be found in “many features of our natural and artifactual surroundings. Track the pulsings of a quasar, the beatings of a heart, the flow of the tides, the bunchings and thinnings of traffic, or the gyrations of the stock market, and the data points will graph out as pink noise. Much recent evidence from reaction-time experiments suggests that we think, focus and refocus our minds, all at the speed of pink.”

Perhaps then the internet is not so much changing our minds away from a particular stage of evolution, but rather that technology has caught up with how our brains naturally think. Perhaps sustained concentration, while an interesting historical anomaly, is nothing more than that. We developed a technology, writing, which, until very recently, was forced to be linear. Now that it is non-linear, we are able to use our brains in a more natural state.

One thing I have noticed in myself is a lack of concern with memorization. Why expend a huge amount of effort memorizing facts when it can be recalled quickly through search?

As this relates to design, these new studies are quite interesting. Obviously there is a degree of sustained concentration that is necessary for lighting a show. We have a limited amount of tech time compressed into a few long days in which to work. If we are unable to concentrate for the duration of our ten out of twelves, we will never get the piece finished. But after that minimum ability, it looks like these effects are actually useful.

While stated within a pejorative context, the Wired article does mention that “[c]ertain cognitive skills are strengthened by our use of computers and the Net. These tend to involve more primitive mental functions, such as hand-eye coordination, reflex response, and the processing of visual cues.” The processing of visual cues is the meat of the lighting designer’s work. We are presented with a stage and have very little time until the next cue during which we must analyze the situation for any problems of composition, make the necessary changes, and record those changes. On a slow show we have a few minutes, but on a fast one like a musical, perhaps only a few seconds.

Combine this with the New York Times article on pink noise and a very interesting pattern emerges. The modulations in tempo which make for visually compelling work also have relatively short durations for any one visual, aural, or other piece of information. This ability to rapidly process visual cues has become built in to the very fabric of society from where we learn information through research (the internet) to where we go for relaxation from that work (film, plays, etc).

One need only compare the pacing of a Rodgers and Hammerstein musical to a Michael Bey film to see that there has been a fundamental shift in how we, as a culture and a people, process information. At a more basic level, look at the simple experience of navigating the streets of a 21st century city. We have many people we must avoid bumping into, traffic signs to pay attention to, cars and other vehicles to observe, signs to look out for in order to reach our destination. All of these visual things demanding our attention have sound cues associated with them as well. Then there is advertising, the random crazy person, birds and other small animals, our own chaotic thoughts, and more. In that context, the ability to rapidly process visual and other information is not some abstract effect of a new technology per se, but a necessary skill set to survive in our contemporary world.

Aesthetics and technology change in harmonious co-evolution. While the chicken or the egg discussion might be interesting to some, I find the simultaneous unfolding of human culture to be inherently interesting. I am less interested in whether one particular effect of culture is “good” or “bad” based on value structures which presuppose a culture fundamentally different than the one we live in. What I am interested in is how we relate to the culture we find ourselves in. As artists, how deeply can we tune into the cultural frequencies flying past us and manifest works of beauty which at once reflect and transcend that world.

We are by definition a product of culture. We are written by our culture. At the same time we are free agents who may act in predictable or unpredictable ways. Those actions further change culture in one or more ways. Like a kind of cultural butterfly effect we may never know until well after the fact which actions caused a profound rupture in the flow of history. So we must strive to do our best with the tools available to us and make the world into a more perfect vision.

We may become distracted and interrupted along the way, but perhaps those breaks will give us just the pause we need to make an unexpected leap from one piece of information to another. The butterfly flaps its wings and the membrane shivers.

Exit through Novelty

Monday, May 24th, 2010

Yesterday I saw the film Exit Through the Gift Shop by street artist Banksy. The film is almost a meta-documentary following the exploits of a man who documented a great deal of street art over the course of several years and then became a street artist himself in the process.

Through the film viewers are given a solid introduction to the world of street art, some of the major players, motifs, and ideas, before the film shifts gears. In the end it becomes a critique of the very notion and meaning of art itself. The absurdity of the commercial artworld, galleries, auction houses, and the like, are shown in stark relief to the gritty working of a piece of art. Appropriately set largely in Los Angeles, the film grapples with notions of originality and authenticity contrasted against celebrity.

An issue that often plagues artists is originality and authenticity. To be anything more significant than mere decoration, art must constantly push its own boundaries and discover new frontiers of aesthetic exploration. As our society becomes increasingly remixed, truly new ideas become harder and harder to find. The duration of the new is ever decreasing as the rate of recouperation into the cultural feedback loop grows faster and faster. The latest fashions hit the racks of discount clothing stores like H&M mere days after debut on runways in Paris, Milan, and New York. Music, painting, photography, performance, all become elements to be remixed upon their release into the cultural data streams due to the near instantaneous rates of communication we have developed.

This fast culture, much like fast food, might satisfy our immediate desires but is not necessarily the healthiest option. Just as the cutting edge of food has taken on slow as its moniker, perhaps culture at large would do well to consider a slower pace. Slow art.

I went to the Whitney Biennial the other day and was radically underwhelmed by the work presented. The biennial, by focusing on contemporary American art, gives a kind of snapshot look at the state of the artworld right now. While I can only assume the camera was in focus, the image it rendered was dull and uninspired. Like the work of Mister Brain Wash in Exit Through the Gift Shop it felt dull, repetitive, uninspired, and derivative. The work felt bored. Not boring, bored. As if there were no suitable subjects left to cover. Or the work had been created without bothering to truly look and find a suitable subject.

There was no sense of a point of view displayed, although there was lots of amazing technique. Don’t get me wrong, there was immense talent. But the talent resided at a craft level only. That deeper level of inspiration was lacking.

Art is first about looking. Before you can make, you must see. You must be able to see the world around you as the unique thing that it is. Then you must see it anew. When you create, you are presenting the world with a window into your particular vision of that world. Duchamp, after Nude Descending a Staircase, taught the world to see differently. He taught us to see both the world in general, and art in particular in a wholly new light. He called the very notion of art, of what can be art, into question.

We can see these kinds of aesthetic ruptures in the flow of creation throughout the history of art. Caravaggio is another game changer. As critic Robert Hughes has said, “there was art before him and art after him, and they were not the same.”

Banksy has garnered international recognition for his work through politicizing an inherently political art form. Graffiti has been around since humanity lived in caves. The first art was public art executed on walls in public space. It is as old as human consciousness itself. In its modern form it rose to prominence in New York in the 1970′s appearing on subway cars and train cars. Despite some critical acclaim it did not truly hit the mainstream until, like many American artforms, it had a white face to champion the medium. Like Elvis turning Blues to Rock and Roll or Shepard Fairey turning Grafiti into street art, the work was finally given an establishment legitimacy it previously lacked.

Banksy radicalized the form by creating deeply political works in highly charged locations like Israel’s West Bank barrier. His own work has called into question the legitimacy of art world standards as far as what qualifies as art by placing his own works inside museums like London’s National Gallery clandestinely.

Every generation of artists asks the same questions. What is art? Why is art? The questions are answered, for better or worse, through the work itself. Some years may be inspired and some dull. The task of the artist is to keep asking the questions and to answer as honestly and authentically as possible. In order to arrive at a truly authentic answer, we must slow down and take the time to look.

Please people, can we follow a few simple rules.

Sunday, December 10th, 2006

It amazes me that somehow people do not understand the words “no flash photography for the safety of the dancers” means that when you take a snapshot of a performer in mid-pirouette you risk killing or severely injuring that cute snowflake or ice princess when they lose their balance and fall off the stage. Aside from the fact that you are illegally recording other people’s copyrighted artistic work and ruining the show for the OTHER 441 people in the house, it is just plain dangerous to the performers.

A Picture Share!

An interesting opportunity came and went last week. I was approached to light a film version of a musical being shot in LA. The previous lighting designer had to back out at the last minute and I was asked. The shoot begins next week and I have an Off-Broadway play teching that same time so I had to turn it down.

It is interesting timing because I have been thinking of exploring film work recently. Lia has convinced me that I need to watch Six Feet Under and I must say I am quite impressed with the show. I have not watched television in years, save the occasional Simpsons episode or what have you. The medium does not interest me so much. But Six Feet Under is actually quite good and has caught my attention. It is also some of the most sublime cinematography I have ever seen. There is some really beautiful work on that show.

I have further been thinking of my time doing photography. I spent many an afternoon in the college in darkrooms developing negatives or walking about shooting film. Yes I did it analog! The photography trailed off somewhere my first year of graduate school as my focus became more about lighting design. I started doing some digital photography, but of a very different kind.

At NYU we would do rather involved projects like this where we would take a scenic model for a play and light it taking digital pictures of every light cue in the show. Hundreds of hours were spent in the lightlab getting all the various shots for each and every scene. Of course these projects were not something simple like Ibsen, but Shakespeare or Musical projects with many many lighting cues.

Thinking over this has led me to consider working in film. I love the medium of film and find the opportunities to capture light that it provides can be quite wonderful. I may well be oversimplifying and romanticizing the situation, but it appears as if film and television is in many ways a synthesis of the various skill sets is have surrounding my specialty of lighting.

I would not want to give up live performance as I find the relationship with a real audience to be something truly wonderful. But I think it could add an interesting element to the dialog in my work to expand into these other and different mediums. Just as my dance work intersects in interesting ways with my theatre with my opera work, I wonder how that would all be effected with the introduction of film and television.

drawn

Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006

I saw this last night.

The opening sequence is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

It felt like the best aspects of opera exploded to the hundredth degree.

There were perhaps eight lines of dialog, excluding the songs.

It was pure visual story telling.

This will take a few days to process.

I may go see it again later in the week.

That is all.


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