For this round of assignments, Babli and Cyn started collaborating on writing text for UNFINISHED, ITERATION III, Babli’s recent project inspired by painter Amrita Sher-Gil.
For this assignment, Cyn and Babli looked at two different portraits painted by Sher-Gil (at this point we won’t say which ones-sorry)
We created 2 rounds of freewrites for each portrait, i.e. looking at each portrait from 2 different perspectives.
We ask for feedback on the freewrites, and there is a video pasted below that plays with putting some of the text over movement (from Iteration II)- HOWEVER; we ask that you watch the video AFTER having responded to the text.
Our feedback questions are:
1) What do you get from the writings? Are there any imagery, ideas, and/or phrases that stand out to you as compelling?
2) How do these writings relate to the performance, UNFINISHED? How might you imagine them being integrated into the performance?
3) How do these writings relate to some of our explorations regarding the queer female desiring gaze?
4) Would you imagine combining these writings into one or two pieces, or do you like them as multiple perspectives on the same thing?
5) We pasted below an experiment of overlaying the text with movement (please only watch it after responding to the above questions)
a) How does watching the text with movement change the text- AND the movement for you?
b) What do you get from the combination?
c) How would you like the text to be delivered (i.e. voice over, Sandra speaking, text projection, another person speaking live - e.g. an audience member)
6) Any other thoughts?
Painting 1
Freewrites round 1
Your eyes, they look sultry, almond shaped
your gaze stern and self conscious,
indirect, since you are facing the diagonal
your prominent eyebrows appear close together
your lips deep red serious, no smile
they give your look a strictness and determination that exudes confidence
your hair is thick and very very long
I imagine it is very heavy
tied deep in the neck
Not open
Your face and hair look very Indian to me
Your shoulders stoop forward ever so slightly
On your diagonal the side of your upper body that is closer to me- it is your left side-
is light more brightly
Around your waist you are wearing a light blue pareo of which I can only see the top part
Your hands are clasped in front of your hips
Your indirect facing
Your closed posture
your serious, confident, self conscious face
seem to contradict the openness and lusciousness of your bare upper body
The shadow of a man in a hat towers behind you
All in front of the backdrop of a - is it a Japanese- scene where there are three figures
two female- they seem to be talking to each other
and one male
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You are vulnerable, brown, thoughtful, hands folded protectively over your crotch. My eyes skate between your face and your bare torso. You face the corner with fathomless black black eyes, brows drawn together slightly, large sloping nose contrasting with your narrow jaw and round heart-shaped lips, slightly pursed, unavailable. look don't look. Your breasts and nipples, full with a slight sag, delicately modeled. Your
arms browner than the rest of you -- a shirt sleeve tan? Your chest relaxed, despite it all. The strangest thing is the figures in the background, faint, a Japanese imperial painting, a male official with a long moustache, ladies in waiting. An ominous shadow between you and this underpainting, a shadow which could not have been cast by you, ominous and frontal and male.
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freewrites round 2
Your eyes- my gaze is drawn to your eyes most of all-- they are almond shaped. You are looking out into the distance, but not with your eyes wide open -- your look/your gaze into the distance- may I call it sultry?
your hair lusciously cascades down your back.
Your lips are full
deep red
serious, sensuous, earnest
contemplative
Your torso is shaped by curves-
the slight droop of your shoulders close your body
just like the protective clasp of your hands
your full breasts are marked by what looks like a tanline- leaving your arms darker than the fullness of your breast
your hips are covered snugly by a light blue, thin pareo
it is tied very low below your bellybutton
just like we were told to wear it for dance class
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in van gogh, whom you loved as well, brilliance and movement and color and hope. you drew yourself against his hope, his romance-faded vision of a japanese monastic artistic community, his dark shadow looming behind you. Amrita, how did you occupy this legacy, luxuriating in and rejecting these western eyes, so exotic, so different! black crows of eyebrows furrowed, thick cascading hair, you paint yourself into the primitive colonial object, using the tools of your colonizers your teachers. what a peculiar gesture, the self-portrait, to treat oneself as visual object, to be inside and outside. as you paint your body you paint truth and flaw and desire, lushness and discomfort. a celebration, yes, of lush brown openness and femininity, gauguin, but where you keep yourself, your secrets, is in your eyes, black, unavailable, aware of being seen. you feel my gaze upon you, you feel the entire history of western viewers gazing upon you.
Painting 2
freewrites round 1
You are sitting
relaxed
Your left elbow supported on something (dark)
Your right hand placed on your knee
You are putting weight on your hand, it seems
Your right shoulder gets pushed up
Your posture turns out slightly skewed
But in a relaxed, provocative way
Your eyes are piercing
Your red lips match the pattern on your blouse
I ask myself if you are- or maybe want to- lift your eyebrow
to enhance the challenging, is it playful, look you are returning to the person painting you
You are playing back the gaze
Your right hand
the one on your knee
appears huge
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You summon me to look at you, quizzical and confrontational, your shoulder jutting askew all bones and lips, hand gripping your knee like a man, the foreshortening making your hand even larger. Your clothes scrubbed with rough strokes, black on black, energetically worked from the background, the strokes fat, undelicate, moving. all elbows and jawline. your face, though, is lit, cream and ivory glowing translucent in incandescent light, striking your left cheekbone, forehead. a glint in your gray green eyes, so clear and far-seeing, your strong dark eyebrows arched expressive, your huge orange red pouty grim stubborn lips, so kissable. your hair, bobbed, curves into your jaw and disappears into the background. you are manly and womanly, confrontational all boney angles and yet unreadable, waiting and looking back at the one who paints you.
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Freewrites round 2:
your shoulders and hair cut, your fingers and joints - their angularity exudes strength
your eyes are piercing
so striking
your gaze direct
your lips so curved
so full so striking
The folds of your dress trace the shape of your body
your left hand tucked in as if prodded on your hips
makes your right hand even larger
- protruding out
grasping your own knee
instead of reaching out
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Brazen and full-lipped, you thrust your elbow, shoulder, hips at me, looking at me through me beyond me. Unreadable. I model your face, delicate porcelain translucent eggshell, tinged with cream and shell and yolk. The rest is the constant mystery of mixing blacks grays browns, purple shadows enriching the mahogany gleam of your hair, your clothing emerging in blacks and olives and yellow gray greens. After all this time sharing space, I still cannot read you, a puzzle how you thrust yourself against me and retract, one key two keys, how you found us in the sheets, your green eyes and mannish hands, surveying us with amusement. I work that drama into the drip and swirl and fold of cloth and brush, energetically moving cloth against your skin, so delicate, your stubborn lips, so kissable.
VIDEO:
UNFINISHED ITERATION III, Text, PNC Assigment Aug 2014 from Unfinished on Vimeo.
PW: iteration 3 exploration