Posts Tagged ‘meditation’

The Path to Relatedness

Thursday, January 3rd, 2008

It has been interesting recently to re-ignite my interest in the writings of Martin Heidegger. What makes his work so fascinating to me is two primary things. First is his interest in fundamental ontology and phenomenology. That is, his work is concerned with human activity at the most basic level. Where many philosophers take issue with the absolute, god, reason, and so forth, Heidegger is concerned with walking through doors or using a hammer to build a chair. The second point of interest is the way in which his writings feel like a journey. He is the tour guide to the reader through the phenomenal aspects of human existence, again contrasted with most western philosophers who act as the supreme lecturer disseminating information to the lowly masses.

His thoughts on art and the poetic worldview are of specific interest to me. In What is called Thinking? he speaks of the essential nature of craft and art by exploring the work of a cabinetmaker in saying “what maintains and sustains even this handicraft is not the mere manipulation of tools, but the relatedness to wood.”

In art, this relatedness is essential to the work. It is a relatedness that is itself an entire world of being, and the artist must negotiate that being-in-the-world. Take for instance the play. The playwright must have a relatedness to language, a relatedness to story, character, theme, plot and so forth. Each one of those “related tos” are one strand in a web of relations that comprise the matrix of relations necessary for the play to be wrought.

Stepping away from the act of writing a script, or engaging in a play being wrought is the production as a whole. Every member of the collaborative team must needs have a relatedness to the other collaborators. No one person can act and create in a vacuum, certainly not if the intent is to create a true work of art. Instead a web of relations builds or is made manifest that allows the creation of the play to happen.

But returning to the more basic level, the artist must have a relatedness to the work. I, as the lighting designer, must have a relation to light. And that relatedness to light is what guides and shapes the way the light relates to the play. To the work as a whole.

David Lynch in Catching the Big Fish talks about this relatedness from a different direction. He speaks of the artist’s relatedness to creativity or, as he puts it, ideas. Through meditation he finds it possible to transcend the day to day confusions and get right to the heart of one’s relatedness to creativity. “Life is filled with abstractions, and the only way we make heads or tails of it is through intuition. Intuition is seeing the solution – seeing it, knowing it. It’s emotion and intellect going together.”

Intuition can only exist when the artist has cleared the path for the relatedness towards the medium. If you are hungry you are related to food, tired to sleep, angry to frustration. Clearing the path towards that primary artistic relation allows the work to happen. To flow. It makes, as Heidegger would say, “the world fall away” and creation to commence.

Meditating on Mental Exercises

Sunday, May 13th, 2007

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Three months of intense training in a form of meditation known as “insight” in Sanskrit can sharpen a person’s brain enough to help them notice details they might otherwise miss.

These new findings add to a growing body of research showing that millennia-old mental disciplines can help control and improve the mind, possibly to help treat conditions such as attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).

“Certain mental characteristics that were previously regarded as relatively fixed can actually be changed by mental training,” University of Wisconsin neuroscientist Richard Davidson said. “People know physical exercise can improve the body, but our research and that of others holds out the prospects that mental exercise can improve minds.”

Really?!?!?! No Coffee?

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

Those of you who know me in real life know that I am quite the coffee connoisseur. Some would say I am a snob. OK, most would say I am a snob. Really I just think I combine the best aspects of the gourmet and the gourmand. I am well known to go, sometimes hours, out of my way to get the best beans in New York. I tend to enjoy a wide range of South American beans, generally a dark roast and always shade grown, bird friendly, organic Fair Trade.

And I drink a lot of it. Although in recent months I have limited myself to one large cup a day, I used to have a near constant coffee intake all day long. Its good stuff. It is possible though to lose sight of just how strong a chemical caffeine is.

Last weekend I did a meditation workshop. As part of the preparation for the workshop certain dietary restrictions were placed on the participants. My, generally healthy, vegetarian diet covered the lions share of the restrictions. I could do a few weeks without alcohol and oil in my cooking. And, oh, blessed caffeine, I’ll meet you again soon!

The focus of the workshop was a deep meditative practice followed in subsequent days with an attempt to bring insights gained into daily life, real world practice. As a result of this, participants are expected to keep up the dietary restrictions for up to a week. Fried food and alcohol I can pass on for another week easily, but caffeine, no. So yesterday, four days after the workshop(its almost a week, right?) I had a nice cup of coffee with breakfast.

OH MY GAWD! That stuff is strong. Wow! I honestly could not finish the cup. A week and a half without the stuff, is not that long. I’ve been drinking coffee in rather large volumes since I was 16 or so years old. I was dismayed. I could not even finish the cup. What a change!

During my no alcohol time I went to several social engagements where people were drinking. Including a seder. That was easy enough. My hunch, based on both how I feel and some of the insights gained in the workshop is that my alcohol use, rather minimal as it is, will reduce further. One can induce almost any mindstate you want to be in by control of will. Why lose control?

But what if the same thing happens with caffeine? What if my body is telling me to give the stuff up? This may seem trivial to you, dear readers, but I can guarantee you it is on par with a major existential crisis for me. Lucas without caffeine, who is that person? It feels more radical to me than if I were to run off to the jungles of Africa with the Peace Corps, or become a Republican. Major confusion here.

I so deeply love the taste, that I may well just look to smaller portions. Moderation in all things, and so forth. But still, there is a part of me that is considering the “what if” scenario of me giving up caffeine, and it is a deep and complex issue. Such a mundane thing, give up caffeine. Yet it calls into question all manner of questions about my Self and my Being-In-The-World and all that.

Life sure is a strange and wonderful ride to go on.

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Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

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The way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in head long

Friday, December 8th, 2006

Nothing like a nice glass of single malt to end a week of tech. Wow today was something! The show went well from my end. I had to adjust the timing on a few sections that keep changing their pacing, but the show was essentially done yesterday. I had a great time. The people up here are a lot of fun. Williamstown is a nice little town to visit. Really anywhere I can get a good cup of coffee is just fine by me, and the coffee here is fantastic. Barring inclement weather, I will be heading back to New York tomorrow morning.

A Picture Share!

While the dress rehearsal was easy the rest of the day was quite and effort. The bids for Becoming Adele went out and came in and had to be adjusted and what an effort it was. The Master Electrician’s email went down and/or his computer crashed( I only remember that mild chaos ensued), so that added a level of complexity to an otherwise simple procedure.

We got everything settled, but it ended up with me redesigning the show several times in my head and half on paper(computer) to get it together. I have to get the plot redrafted tomorrow, but that can be done on the train, and then printed when I arrive in New York. And we load in Monday. Yikes!

Adele is actually in very good shape. Fortunately I have a rather strong idea of how the lighting will work with this piece so a lot of the struggle today was making sure I was keeping the integrity of the design idea while I made rather drastic cuts to our initial order. I think it will be a rather handsome show, but it will take a little more work and deliberation in tech than if we had the full range of equipment that I originally planned on. In the end, we only cut about 15% from the design, but I need to sleep on it before I can really see where the dust has settled.

A Picture Share!

Getting out of New York City has been really nice. It’s not just being out of the city as much as it is working outside the city. Being as busy as I am I often miss out on a lot of the benefits of being in a place like New York. I don’t really have the time to go out dancing or to museums nearly as much as I would like. It can be frustrating when it is all THERE, and yet I can not get to it.

There is a calmness to the pace of everything up here that I really enjoy. I might go a little stir crazy were I here too long, but it has been a wonderful break from the madness of New York City this week. Six performances of Nutcracker this weekend and then we load in to The Clurman for Adele on Monday. Focus is scheduled for Tuesday evening. I think we preview on Friday. I could look at my calendar but I am tired.

A Picture Share!

I have a bit of a break at the end of December. I am considering doing a meditation workshop in early January. That would be nice. I find it important to keep that introspective spiritual side of my Self in some degree of shape as I traverse this business heavy life that I find myself in. So much of my time is spent negotiating rental bids or contracts that it can become easy to get caught up in the materialism of the whole thing and lose sight of of the being part of human being.

Yes I am from Northern California. Get over it.

And now I go to sleep.

Poetic Realism

Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

I was recently reading Cloud Tectonics by Jose Rivera and it got me thinking about poetry. I have written before about the prosaic and the poetic and while that discussion was limited to adverbs I wonder how the distinctions between the nouns themselves operate. What makes something prose and something else poetry? Can a visual image be poetry or is it only poetic? Do these distinctions mean anything or are they simply clever language games?

Cloud Tectonics I would argue is as much a dramatic poem as it is a theatre piece. Rivera’s work often gets the label Magical Realism and while that is a fine label it seems to me much more Poetic Realism. The magic exists, but that is not the point. It may be part of the point, but it feels to me more a technique for achieving some end rather than an end in itself. The poetry, however, feels like an end in itself. The point is the poetry.

And this I think gets at the heart of the poetic mentality. Poetry is not a “Form” or a “Medium” or a “Genre.” Rather poetry is a way of Being. It is a mode of existence. Poetry is a mode of existence that runs directly counter to the mass consumerist monolith of contemporary socio-artistic reality. I was listening to a Dharma talk yesterday by Shugen Sensei. The topic of Tibet came up and someone asked something to the effect of “Is it possible to have a Buddhist revolution against the Chinese government.” His response was that Buddhism is the revolution. The meditative life, like the poetic life, does not show a way out of the suffering and dehumanizing tendencies of modern reality. It is the way out of suffering and dehumanization.

Be the change you want to see in the world.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the relationship of spiritual practice to ones life work. To me the two are interchangeable and ultimately indistinguishable. My introduction to Zazen began around the age of 11. I studied Aikido from age 7, but changed Dojo’s around 11 years old. At this new Dojo I was placed in a mixed ages class. The end of each class would have a very short (5-10 minute) sit and a brief talk. I also at some point began meditating on my own. My relationship to meditation has been an on again off again one. I will go years without and then suddenly jump back to doing 30 minute sittings.

A few weeks ago I did a meditation workshop. While it was not Zen, I noticed far more similarities than differences. Or rather the differences were inconsequential. What was significant was the relationship between breath and awareness. This seems to be a fundamental connection between all mystical traditions. At least from my knowledge. The breath is what binds all living things in common action. People breathe. Animals breathe. Fish breathe. Plants breathe. Fungi breathe. I am sure if we had the patience we would find out that oceans breathe and rocks breathe.

Breath is life reduced to a single poetic action. In the breath we become a revolving door between an inner infinity and an outer infinity. We become the still point in the storm. The opening between two chambers of an hourglass. My spiritual practice has been one of the most powerful and profound influences on my thinking and my work. Be it sitting or dancing, my spiritual activity, this reconnecting with the infinite self gives me awareness that I can bring to bare on my daily life. But this activity is not separate from daily life, it is daily life.

Sitting at a drafting table working out the angles of the lights is a spiritual practice. Reading through a script and breaking down the actions is a spiritual practice. Finding the poetic center of self and bringing it to bare on these ultimately mundane tasks is a spiritual practice. This is the poetic life. This, the mundane sensory world, is poetic realism. Sometimes we may forget the magic, but is always there. Waiting.

Input

Friday, May 12th, 2006

Last Saturday I did a meditation workshop that I am still feeling the effects of very powerfully. Not all the time mind you, but little pauses and moments of clarity or peace crop up at unexpected times. Stillness in the eye of the storm. I feel very much right now that I am existing in that eye. The storm all around me.

This year, 2006 has been quite busy so far. I have lit an Opera, an Off-Broadway Show, an Off-Off Showcase, and a Directing Thesis at Columbia. Two dance showcases, a ballet and a short modern dance work. I assisted on an Opera in Chicago and a theatre/performance piece in New Jersey. It feels like a lot. The month of May is thankfully a month of calm. I have meetings and research, but also a little time to just catch up with myself and see where I am.

This is where the meditation workshop has been really helpful. The thing with freelancing is that you never truly stop working. There are gaps in tech times and drafting, but you never stop working. A little downtime means catching up on all the things you do not have time for when you are running full steam ahead. Cleaning up and organizing my studio is still largely left undone. But there is time yet. Organizing my computer has been a good effort. I am still waiting for software to tag images on my harddrive with the simplicity of flickr. I have a bunch of pictures en route from old shows that should be a nice addition to my portfolio. A lot of dance pictures. This is good since most of my dance photos are still from grad school. They are fine pictures, but I would like more of my professional work on the site.

I have not written any poetry for some time now. I am fine with this. I have still been writing, which is a wonderful change from my other work, but no poetry. I think the reason I am not saddened by this is that I am finally getting my theatre work where I want it in regards to the poetic lyricism of light. I feel that I have something very specific I am trying to do with light, that is so densely abstract I can not put it into words. My recent work has gotten much closer to the ideal that I see myself landing in. At least for the near future, as all creation evolves.

My last play really got into the substance of what I have been working on recently. For lack of a better term I will call this ‘Synthetic Experiential Environments.’ What I mean by this is the synthetic abstraction of the intersection of objective reality and subjective experience. We are beings who act in the world. Our actions impact our Being just as our Being-in-the-world impacts our Being. This inner and outer world must come to some sort of a agreement on reality. That is experience. After all an environment can never be wholly objectively observed, since we observe it through our subjective experience. So there must be a mediation between objective reality and subjective experience. Add to this the interaction with other beings and their synthetic reality and we have a dynamic process of human social interaction. These synthetic experiences all exist within some physical context. A location. An environment.

Cupid and Psyche was a play about archetypes. And a comedy. As a result my work creating Synthetic Experiential Environments was more on the broad brushstroke end of things. Big, bold, clean ideas. One clearly delineated from the other. This is in contrast to Haiku Geisha that dealt more with the interweaving of these environments. That show too was also a bit more of an experiment with this kind of visual thinking and in many ways helped to work out the ideas that I can now put more clearly into practice.

But then there are the insights from my meditation workshop. These include a radical realization of the organic nature of existence. Everything, from organic life to experience to cultural production to individual artistic journeys all follow an organic model of birth, growth and death. Nothing truly dies, it simply decomposes and becomes something else. The universe just keeps moving on. And from the calm, we reenter the storm.


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