Saturday, February 28, 2009
The art of architecture
Fallingwater from Cristóbal Vila on Vimeo.
Friday, February 27, 2009
How to Build a Song
Reggie Watts: Lost in the Options from Jakob Lodwick on Vimeo.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Opera and story
After learning this, then seeing the whole piece on Saturday, I could tell the joins: the drama spins along (with exposition provided by the maid), and then in the garden Giovanni and Beatriz sing awesome poetry. In some ways, opera has always been like this since Monteverdi in the 1600s. Recitative sections with fast singing (a distant ancestor of rap) move the plot along, while singers emote and reflect on their fates in beautiful, florid arias.
Another problem of adaptation is dramatic compression: in the story, Giovanni and Beatrice become gradually over the course of weeks, walking every day in the garden, although they can never touch. In opera, everything has to happen right away: love at first sight. Music can vividly capture that moment, but it's more difficult for music to show a steadily growing companionship. And these are some of the hard choices Catan had to make as he adapted the Hawthorne. But opera will live or die by its music, and here Catan succeeds with a vivid, moving, expressive score.
Opera
I felt that the voices were being ruined by the words they had to say in order for people to understand the storyline and plot. I wanted them to sing to me, not talk to me. I got goosebumps whenever they hit a note with full power and held it there, and I waited and hoped for another note to strike me even harder. My heart would melt. Their voices amazed me. How can someone that small make a noise that loud? I also enjoyed their acting, they make me feel what they felt.
I've never seen anything so intricate and gorgeous as the costumes and setting of the garden. The flower girls were so beautiful that I wanted to be them, but then realized how hard it would be to stay still like that for so long. I have no idea how they did that. I caught myself watching one of them for quite some time to see if she would move, not even her eyes moved except for her blinking. Very impressive.
I would've liked it more if I understood them and didn't have to read the subtitles. It took me away from the emotion and actions of the characters. But then I got to thinking if it would be as beautiful and sound as good in english? Maybe they did that on purpose? Maybe not. I'm not sure what the norm is for operas. I would like to know.
The story almost reminded me of Romeo and Juliette. I guess similar to many love stories, but the impossible love that will only work if they run away, and then one mistakenly takes the poison and of course the other can't live without their love and also takes the poison.
Complete drama. Complete love. And I melt for it everytime.
Chamber music
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Opera
The first thing I noticed was the background on stage. The high platform and use of stairs gave the illusion of multiple rooms, spaces for the performers to use. Even though there was no wall, the metal frame in the bedroom that was opened and closed suggested a window that looked out upon the garden. The garden was a whole different story! The flowers and plants that were actually people dressed in costumes were incredible. I can't imagine holding a pose throughout entire scenes. It did not seem like a comfortable position but definitely a neat perspective as they didn't have to worry as much about singing but rather placement and appearance to the audience. That is something I would like to do, especially in a movie. I want to be there on set, a part of the scene without having a speaking role or major pressure to act. I guess I wouldn't mind being behind the scenes but I would really like to gain that experience and see a movie or performance from an alternate perspective. The preparation towards the production fascinates me as much as the actual show.
The opera itself was at times hard to follow because of the Spanish and then need to look up at the subtitles. I occasionally found myself ignoring the subtitles and just watching the performer's expressions. That was a story in itself.
I did skim over Nathaniel Hawthorne's story and found that I was missing the background and the details from the story. Not everything can translate over to a performance, especially an opera. But I felt as I was watching it that something was missing. The story filled in some blanks and the ending either way--text or opera-- was dramatic. There were scientific, moral and love elements which made the story relatable to various audiences but for me I wish I had a richer understanding of the plot before being thrown into the opera setting.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Graffiti comes alive!
MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Rappaccini's Daughter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Saturday, February 21, 2009
NY Times column with Eve Ensler
It is as if, in these particular instances, some window to what we think of as our common humanity had been closed. As The Times’s Jeffrey Gettleman, on assignment in Congo, wrote last fall:
“Many of these rapes have been marked by a level of brutality that is shocking even by the twisted standards of a place riven by civil war and haunted by warlords and drug-crazed child soldiers.”
Dr. Mukwege visited me at The Times last week. He was accompanied by the playwright, Eve Ensler, who has been passionate in her efforts to bring attention and assistance to the women of Congo.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Wii across the Alps
Khoda from Reza Dolatabadi on Vimeo.
Article on the Opera
http://the217.com/articles/view/opera_rappaccini_s_daughter_opens_at_kcpa
Thought it might be interesting to read, especially if you can't go to get another perspective!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
New Music Ensemble
New Music Ensemble
Earlier this year I sat in the Foellinger Great Hall of Krannert for my roommate's concert band performance. While I sat in the comfortable tan seats again, I felt as though I had graduated to a new level of music. The New Music Ensemble brought the use of instruments and the incorporation of pre-recorded electronic music to my attention. I was particularly frightened at first during the second piece when the lights dimmed and the music began playing through speakers. The volume and change in pitch made me jump out of my seat as it was unexpected. It was like I had just turned the corner at a Haunted House and even though no scream came from my mouth, my body language suggested that I was definitely surprised. I could pretend that I wasn't but Luna was sitting next to me and I think we both had a similar reaction.
Phillip Blume's piano solo was not my favorite of all the pieces. He warned the audience that the piece would be sparse and indeed it was. It just wasn't my type of piano solo. I do give him credit though because it was different and made me think why he was playing the way he was. The striking of a single key at a time was dramatic but didn't engage my attention for very long.
The final piece, which I believe was titled "A San Francisco Night," turned out to be my favorite not only because of the music but the incorporation of multiple musicians. I enjoy watching the musicians throughout the piece to see their reaction and determination to stay focused. It was a bold yet lighter piece that didn't have me jumping out of my seat but caught my attention.
Finally, I liked when the composers stood in the audience after their piece. I felt a stronger connection to the music that was played after seeing the man who wrote it. You could tell that it was an accomplishment to not only hear it but be sitting among an audience who is also sharing in your hard work.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The mind in the dancer's body
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Week of Firsts
I have to agree with Bryan's post though as we did see the performance a week ago, so it is not as fresh in mind as I would like which is also why I'm going to focus on the Chinese Acrobats.
This class has been a "first" for me in many ways as I have experienced performances and discussions that I have had nowhere else. Tuesday night, the Chinese Acrobat performance was no exception. The contorting bodies, choreographed movements and colorful costumes amazed me. While I would be in severe pain after completing many of the acts, the performers appeared happy or at least they had a smile on their face. Obviously, they have trained, prepared, rehearsed and so on but I still think I would be a little bent out of shape (no pun intended) after a performance of this nature.
The audience "ooohh"ed and "ahh"ed in sync as the performers did a variety of stunts. As I looked around, there were a variety of ages in the audience, which attests to the universality of art. This performance was art in my mind because of the talent and the performer's intent to convey a type of story through the music and costumes that usually corresponded with gender. Steve pointed out that the women performed during more "flowery" songs while the men were like warriors with a stronger beat.
My favorite act was the women on the bicycles. I imagined an invisible circular track that the thin metal bicycles fit on as more and more performers hopped on the bike. It was incredible and nerve racking because the last thing I wanted was for someone to fall off! But I think that is part of the experience. The majority of the audience can't do what each of those performers did and yet we still think there is a chance of failure but are suddenly surprised when everything goes smoothly making us gasp even louder.
White Out
The first piece, 'pass the goddam butter' was ravishing. I greatly enjoyed the hectic atmosphere of many people in a small space, with everyone trying to be unique in their own quirky way. It made me think about my family gatherings. With the youngest being 4 and the oldest being 70, 20 people and a dog running around the house trying to make themselves know. It is the most chaotic time of year, but also the most fun. In the piece I saw people creating new dance moves, and others copying moves. Exactly like my family, everyone meshing together, just a mess. The table was my favorite part of the whole show. The way they made intense rhythms with their utensils, cups, and plates made my heart throb to he beat. The surprising screams, falls, and jumps from randoms at the table kept me at the edge of my seat. I was sad when I realized it was over.
My second favorite piece was 'getting there' with my favorite part being when the giant strawberry fell out of the sky. It was surprising, beautiful, intense, and outright hilarious. Again, this piece made me think of kids going crazy. The girl picked up the strawberry like it was her long lost baby doll and protected it from the boy, who only wanted it because she had it. This story went in and out of the main plot and made me laugh out loud every time. I love watching each character with their own unique personalities.
I'm glad I stepped into that world.
Bryan Anderson: White Out
Although I have seen many brief dance performances in events such as musicals and movies, I have never seen a performance devoted spcifically to dance. I therefore was very excited to see White Out at the Krannert Center.
I rushed there, slightly late, hoping to see the silent performance in the lobby area. Unofrtunately, I didn't leave myself enough time. Slightly irked, I proceded into the main performing area. I had never been in this particular venue, and, I must say, it was rather unexpected and amazing in its size.
The four performances presented were all unique and interesting. The first performance, Pass The Goddam Butter, was by far my favorite. The "family" presented was extremely entertaining in that they were all rhythmically connected but at the same time each maintained an idividual personality. My favorite member was the drunk girl, who periodically would stand on something and laugh maniacally. I sort of wish I knew someone like that to make life a bit more entertaining.
Paper Song was also very entertaining. The dancers themselves were were elegant, their movements very much reminding me of water. Their use of paper was also extroidinary. I recall that when the dozens of paper cranes descended from the ceiling, I did not even realize they were there until they had nearly completed to descent. It was subtle to the point of having an illusory feel that effectively enhanced the performance of the dancers. The use of hundreds of paper airplanes was also quite memorable. The scene reminded me of how I have always longed to throw a bunch of the planes off of a high roof and stare as I guess which direction the wind wil take them next.
My least favorite of the four performances was the experimental Trigger. Although I would not say that I did not enjoy it, it's strange narration style coupled with the partial breaking of the fourth wall was not exactly working for me. I think this feeling comes from a preconception that a dance performance should be minimally vocal in order to maximize effectiveness.
I am writing this a week later, which is proving to be a problem. I cannnot all remember Getting There! I remember liking it. I wish I knew why.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Warhol at KAM
I knew nothing of Warhol coming into the exhibit at KAM, so I was not entirely sure what to expect. When I first walked though the exhibit, the first thing I noticed was that there were not 157 (or whatever the number was) photos. I looked back at the description of the exhibit and found that I had misread the advertisement. The exhibit was a sampling, not the entire collection. Slightly miffed that I had set aside way more time than was needed, I still set off looking forward to what I was going to see.
As I examined many of the photos, the thing that struck me the most were the close ups of the various people. There seemed to be a lot of subtle but still intense emotion behind all of them. The most stricking photos had the subject appear extremely white and perhaps even somewhat undead. Sometimes this effect, at first glance, appeared to be a camera setting, make-up, or a mix of both. Other times the effect seemed very natural, further increasing the intense and mildly creepy feeling that I perceived from the photo. One photo in particular (possibly with the subject's name being Pia Miller?) vaguely reminded me of a young Stevie Nicks. This made me think of my mom, as I wondered if she would agree with me.
The photo that struck me the most was the one of Santa Claus. What I noticed first about the subject was that the facial expression did not give off a feeling of warmth at all. Instead, Santa seemed, to me at least, tired, sickly, and seemingly almost in a state of mild pain. Any sense of "jolliness" was absent. I suppose this rather negative perception is likely influenced by my less-than-approving attitude of what a modern American Christmas represents. I hold the increasingy mainstream view (but, apparently, not mainstream enough to change any mass habits) that Christmas has boiled down from a time of religion and family to one of flashy consumerism and fleeting generosity. The photo of the tired and sickly Santa seemed to personify this problem for me.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Warhol Exhibit
I was especially attracted to the “unidentified people” because I felt that those people represented the average man or woman in their element. The black and white image of the unidentified man with a camera around his neck caught my eye. The man is looking away from the camera with his hands in his pockets as if just taking a moment to himself. I think it’s difficult to capture everyday moments. Further this selection of photos no doubt allows more people to relate to the celebrities or unidentified people but definitely to those that are not known. This photographer or man with a camera has a background story that doesn’t necessarily come through the image. I think the audience can decide who he is or where he is going. Maybe that isn’t even his camera…he may be holding it for a friend, looking off into the distance wondering when he will return.
Andy Warhol’s Polaroids and Portraits was not was I expected but I think I needed to see this side of his work to gain a greater understanding of how he became such a famous artist.