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Thoughtful accidents

Monday, January 21st, 2008

I have been corresponding with my friend Jeff recently about the implications of this post from a little while ago. He brought up a good argument that in light of how the post was written makes a lot of sense. Essentially his contention came with my use of the the word thought, or rather the necessity of “thinking” in art. His reading of my words came down to me espousing the pre-thinking of a work through to its conclusion without variance. In this sense I wholeheartedly agree with him.

Because, he points out, the accidental or the “mistake” is one of the greatest elements of the creative process. When a plan for a work is set in motion and some rupture or other occurs that breaks the flow and redirects the work into another direction the artist must be able to respond to this situation or the work begins to falter. Not only do I think this is good, I think it necessary. At the same time it means thinking through the whole meaning of a work such that when those moments arise, the challenge can be met.

Thinking need not be an abstract intellectual pursuit either. I use the word thinking in a broad sense here as a reasoned awareness towards the work. After all, I have been violently accused of being unthinking in the past because of my belief in the importance of action before theory. Becasue theory must be grounded in practice. The former derived from the latter.

One of my favorite artists is John Cage whose work centers around the unknown, the accident. His works allows for accidents to occur within a clearly designed and well thought out framework. In so doing he allows for random ruptures to occur, while at the same time intelligently thinking through the entirety of the work.

Randomness is something I not only enjoy but encourage in my own process. Although much of my training had to do with figuring through every detail of a design, I like to construct my light plots such that there is a lot of flexibility in them. During the process for any play some preconceived notion is going to fail. It just happens. That is the nature of the work itself. By allowing for sufficient movement within a predetermined structure, when these moments inevitably happen, they can be responded to quickly and intelligently rather than causing the entire process to break down.

Making space for the inevitability of accidents allows a work to grow in response to its environment. It makes the whole thing dynamic and expansive in a very necessary way. How these allowances are made and what happens when accidents arise necessitates a strong visionary thinking artist to best craft the situation to enhance the work as a whole.

On Simultaneity – The Negotiation of Color and Music

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

One can take . . . all the themes that have been privileged until now by deconstructive strategy: that is, presence, consciousness, sign, theme, thesis, etc. One cannot imagine oneself alive renouncing all consciousness, all presence, all ethics of language: and yet this is precisely what must be deconstructed. One must try to think what it is that makes us unable to “do without.” Thus, on the one hand, the very menacing character of deconstruction. But, at the same time, it does not threaten anything because it is not a question of destroying what there is to deconstruct. Although phantasmatic, the threat is not, however, imaginary, and this explains the affective charge, the terrorized violence of the resentment and reactions against “deconstruction.” Negotiation operates in the very place of threat, where one must with vigilance venture as far as possible into what appears threatening and at the same time maintain a minimum of security – and also an internal security not to be carried away by this threat. This, too, is negotiation.
An essential aspect of negotiation is that it is always different, differential, not only from one individual to another, from one situation to another, but even for the same individual, from one moment to the next. There is no general law, there is no general rule of negotiation. Negotiation is different at every moment, from one context to the next. There are only contexts, and this is why deconstructive negotiation cannot produce general rules, “methods.” It must be adjusted to each case, to each moment without, however, the conclusion being a relativism or empiricism. This is the difficulty. That there is something like an absolute rule of negotiation that can only be adjusted to political, historical situations.
-Jacques Derrida, Negotiations

I was trying to understand the idea of simultaneity and totally failed until I realized that simultaneity does not exist temporally, but rather is an experiential moment. A popular current in music these days is the “Mash-Up” but the Mash-Up is really nothing new. In fact it is a simple evolution of what the Hip-Hop scratch DJ does. It is what early House music did. Take two otherwise unrelated pieces of music and interweave them into a new sonic experience. It is this characteristic of newness that really grabbed me. The two cease being two and become one. And in that moment of synthesis, simultaneity ceases and experience is born.

John Cage‘s Indeterminacy is a classic example of simultaneity. Yet it is a single experience of word and noise colliding in a wholly new experience. Joseph Albers was famous for his ideas surrounding color theory. He made explicit the point that colors are relational, rather than operating as a fixed system. If that is true of pigments, it is doubly true of light.

It is possible to make a common lightbulb appear blue, now green, now pink simply by altering the context in which we find this bulb. The color of light is not inherent, but rather relational. When creating a composition based upon multiple colors it is an inherent act of negotiation. The one impacting the other, each altering the fundamentals of the other. No single color can remain on its own. They are both relationally and contextually defined. The color experience, then, is an instance of simultaneity that is not simultaneity, but rather a mash-up experience.

By playing with the tensions inherent to color in the medium of light it is possible to make a figure appear at once beautiful and ugly. By defining a subject through the use of color on the one hand and contextually defining it as the opposite of that color. In a similar way one can make a distant subject more prominent than a near subject thus unsettling the notion of physical space upon a stage.

Opera is an extreme experience in simultaneity. One has music and dance and song and sculpture and light and shadow and fabric and yet no one of these elements can be successfully extracted from the whole. Rather the experience is a relational system whereby every element feeds into and both defines and negates every other aspect of the experience. The humming chorus in Madama Butterfly is a long section of an opera that is about a light cue. Yet by decentering the Subject, Butterfly, and placing her as static and passive observer, one falls even further into the thrall of the subject. In essence, she is most present when she is absent. Which in a way is the point of the opera, that she only exists as symbol, and dies the moment she becomes woman. The “Other” can only exist as a symbol, and must be denied dimensionality.

This moment does not give us any answers, nor any definitive insights into the nature of our heroine. It does however ask an important question. What is the tension inherent in the Subject? A Subject can not exist without a context whereby there are Objects. Thus, the Subject, whole within its own subjective experience, must also always already exist as Object to another. Butterfly, made Object by Pinkerton, is made Subject once again by the rising sun. And the negotiation continues.

inter/ruption

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

I had been thinking through a post for a while and was on my way to write it when, as George put it, ‘The Great Provocation Debate of 2006 ‘ erupted. In many ways this was perfect as it totally derailed my train of thought that I had been building upon for weeks. But it also proves my point more exactly than anything I could write.

I have been interested for some time now in the notion of narrative interruptions. What I mean by this is those moments where a narrative is going along and some thing or some event completely alters the course of those events. Half the time these are mere blips, like the “cigarette burn” that Tyler Durden points out. And everything just keeps on going. My interest in interruptions grew out of my readings of John Cage and his explorations into indeterminacy. What intrigued me about the notion of chance, was how it could create a situation where unexpected things would come into confrontation with one another. A story would begin and then something would, unexpectedly break into that story and change it. Like a sudden thunderstorm, they only really impact during their existence, and are soon forgotten.

But there are other, more significant kinds of interruptions.

I moved to New York City from Berkeley in late August 2001. Less than two weeks after moving here, the entire landscape of American politics had shifted. A political system that had been limping without purpose after the cold war found a new enemy, and began to engage that threat with the fullest of rhetorical devices. I remember sitting in a teachers living room, displaced from my own downtown apartment, watching Bush’s speech that night and commenting, “This is the beginning of Fascism in America.”

This was no mere thunder storm.

The interruption exists in all great works of art. To one degree or another. Hamlet, like The Orestia is interrupted almost before the narrative begins with the death of a king. Ajax with Madness. Romeo and Juliet with the death of Mercutio.

Interruptions can exist in a larger sense as well, such as the aesthetic interruption caused by Picasso’s Les Demoiselles d’Avignon. Or Duchamp’s Fountain. In theatre one such example would be Brecht, Weill and Neher at the Baden Baden Festival presenting Mahagonny.

Interruptions are significant because they point out our complacency. They show us where we have been calmly accepting of something that is perhaps much more significant or dangerous than we had previously imagined. Like the passive acceptance of a bully or a fascist. Interruptions are powerful because they exist, in a way, outside of linear time. By pointing out our complacency or blind assumptions, they recontextualize the past and thus change it as much as the future.

My friend Jeff is a painter. He has tried various experiments involving the destruction of his paintings. So he can focus on the work of art rather than the fabrication of cultural objects. This is the interruption.

It was a blue sky day.

That is what made it so shocking. A beautiful, soft fall day. With a slight wind and crystal clear skies. So beautiful.

I remember one night, it was winter a month or so later. A thick mist hung in the air, it was late night and dark. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a spark and as I turned to look a huge downpour of blue sparks few out of a steel I-Beam that still sat in a dusty hole in the ground just off Broadway in lower Manhattan. The construction crew, working late at night to dismantle what was left of these twisted steel arms. Clearing away the weeds, so something new could grow in its place. Beautiful.

In pop culture news, the new song on my MySpace is fantastic. Go listen.

Evolutionary Minimalism

Sunday, May 7th, 2006

Reading about this performance of John Cage’s As Slow as Possible got me thinking about ideas surrounding minimalist performance.

Time often becomes the key factor of analysis. Time and its necessary corollary, transformation. In 4′ 33″ for example the only limiting factor is time. It is a work whose content is not prescribed but whose formal structure is inviolate.

In a theatrical setting minimalism takes on a slightly different form. It dilates the temporal space around action and impels contemplation of the deed.

The removal of extravagances and flurries of activity gives one pause to consider the core simplicity of action. A single gesture. A single word.

Taking pause to allow total contemplation of a single thought can be quite powerful. In a world of MTV editing one can often forget the power of single pointed attention.

As Saul Williams says “When a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.”

The space contained by 4′ 33″ reveals time as a binding agent of consciousness. The transformation and evolution of thought coexists equally in the mundane and the profound.

The Poetics of Now

Tuesday, March 14th, 2006

The music of light fascinates me. Watching a sunset is like listening to a symphony. When I first wrote that sentence I mis-typed “Watching a symphony is like listening to a sunset.” I believe the latter is a more true statement. Light and music are, for me, so intertwined I find it difficult to separate them at a conceptual level. They operate upon the same or at least radically similar pathways for me. I would probably have become a sound designer if I played instruments or could compose music. So I compose with light.

I do not think it is true sinaesthesia, but when I hear sounds I most certainly do see colors. Listening to music is like watching a light show. But so too is listening to poetry. Or Hearing Shakespeare. Or Beckett. The musicality of language brings it into focus for me. The words and rhythms determine the colors and intensities. Poetry expressed visually.

I spent a number of years consumed with the idea of visual story telling, at a literal level. Creating visual essays of a sort. A language that must be parsed and close read to be comprehended. It was an interesting series of exercises I set out for myself. I am glad I did them. But they ultimately fell hollow. Some of the work was quite beautiful, but, in general, undramatic. The lighting became episodic. Not in that wonderfully Brechtian way where each episode makes you engage further in the story by filling in the missing pieces, by filling you with a sense of wonder and excitement. No. Just pieces. Perhaps others can do this successfully and for them it is their life project. Not me.

John Cage has been a major influence on my thinking in the last few years. His ideas around composition based in chance operation in particular. I have done a number of projects based around chance operation. One piece I lit about a year ago had the lighting based entirely on chance. A a star field fallen from the heavens. Navigated by a solitary dancer. The light fading and pulsing in a random sequence. Brightness and dimness, darkness and light, left to chance. Some nights it all fell into perfect synchronicity, sometimes perfect counterpoint. Often a mixture of the two. Always a surprise.

The basis for my interest in chance operation goes back to before my encounters with John Cage. In 2001 I moved to New York city to begin graduate school. On the second day of classes, the skies tore open in violent flames. The skies. The sky. That beautiful azure blue sky. It was a perfect fall day. Low wind, cool but not cold, and that brilliant blue sky day. Who would think the background to tragedy would be something so beautiful. That blue sky day.

This kind of juxtaposition has been very strong in my visual thinking. Juxtaposition rather than opposition. Opposites are not necessarily interesting. After all, then it merely becomes a fight. Night is bright and day is dim. Its easy. It works. Once. Twice if you are clever. But opposition is so . . . twentieth century. It feels like the breaking down of those old conventions and oppositions is a project that has already been done. Or can be done by other, older designers. There is no room to play there. There is no dance. It is a formalized system of rules that one must follow. It just happens to be rules set out on opposite day.

Lighting is about directing the audiences eye. Its analogue in film is the Director of Photography. The DP not only adjusts lighting, but frames the shot, determines the focus and a million other details the audience is unaware of. So too does the lighting designer. Foreground and background on stage can operate just as it does on film. Where to look, and how to see when you do look. The lighting designer literally provides a vision for the piece. It is the lens through which all else is viewed.

So what is the vision in our contemporary world? Is it more MTV jump cuts and flashing lights? More dialectics and visual argumentation? How do we see? How should we see? Art, for me, is a view of the future seen from the now. It is the purity of its nowness that determines the purity of its vision. A visual poetics of possibility.

If we no longer need to live in opposition perhaps we can now afford to live in parallel. Simultaneous divergent viewpoints. The beauty in the tragedy and the tragedy in the beauty. A world where everything is true because everything is sympathetic. Can this be done solely with light? No. But no great work is done alone. And theatre certainly has never been done by one person alone. At the very least there is always an audience. It is always a relationship. A Network, as my friend Zay likes to say. That spirit of connection and interconnectedness is the contemporary world. A chance encounter. A new song. Watching the sun rise over the mountain range.


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