And here is my video accompanying Cynthia's poem's Saalach part.
the sound is not recorded too great, but I had t rush and compete with noise from a construction site. Sound can be rerecorded easily even outside the dance studio!
the sound is not recorded too great, but I had t rush and compete with noise from a construction site. Sound can be rerecorded easily even outside the dance studio!
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This is lovely and also a little bit mysterious/abstract! I love the patterns you created with the rocks (probably because I've been doing lots of rituals involving putting rocks into different designs and images). I notice, in the way you use your hand to pick up the rocks, the distinct Indian dance training in your hand. The first pattern you create reminds me of a crossing, or building a path, while the rocks left over evoke the stone rings of the refugee campfires. When your feet enter the picture, I get a sense of the tension in the arches of your feet, the quiver and tension of uncertain balancing, like walking on the stones, and the directionality creates a sense of crossing. (It also, because you're on forced arch/releve, could possibly connote a struggle with that particular dominant technique, though I'm not entirely convinced of that interpretation.) I like how your feet appear behind the bottle and how they look a bit distorted/refracted. I was intrigued by the flipping of space, like the wall suddenly became the ceiling, when your feet "crawl" off stage and you're on your belly, and the interesting squeaking noises that happen at that time.
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure about the adjustment of the camera angle around 1:00. I enjoy the connection to the close-ups on feet from the other studies we've been doing. I'd also be curious what this video would look like in black and white, if it might sharpen things visually.
It's a bit hard for me to imagine combining this study with mine, since I was kind of literal in representing the poem and followed the directive to use the remix movement vocab closely. But I'd love to have the audio recording of you reciting the poem and to make a little soundscape with it and my voice and this weird sound recording of san lorenzo water clinking and sloshing rhythmically in a glass bottle against my leg as I walk.
I am drawn in by the detail of the hands and rocks and enjoy watching the pattern unfold, little to big and then you disrupt it by putting a large one on the little end. I like how later the rocks left in a ring evoke the refugee campfires. The feet are interesting evoking the balancing in water perhaps. I like the adjustment of the camera angle to show the "horizon" in the words. The squatting reminded me of defecating, or perhaps of "squatters." I was intrigued at looking through the glass bottle at your legs, especially at your toes wiggling, which reminded me of the rocks you laid out earlier. The funny string that came through between your legs felt purposeful, but then I wasn't totally sure. I didn't know what to make of your exit, but it looked very effortful. I appreciated that the words were only in the middle and I was allowed to sit with them and the movement before and after them.
ReplyDeleteThere are a few moments that remind me of Cynthia's full body version of the mixed poem (the full aramandi and the toe walk). It might be interesting to see this projected on the floor at Cyn's feet and her body is a continuation/elaboration of what you don't see in the video?