Artists:
brian lindstrom, filmmaker
anne furfey, dancer
daniella gleeson, photographer
robin romm, writer
stephanie schneiderman, musician
returning SHARE artists: a.m. o'malley, zinester; carrie seitzinger, poet; courtenay hameister, screenwriter; margaret malone, writer; kathleen lane, writer
Anne Furfey: my choreographic work tends not to be narrative, but more interpretive in nature. So, working off a word prompt was challenging. I decided to set up a 'score' based on words or phrases that came to mind as a result of the prompt: erase. I came up with the following: remove, eliminate, go back, blank, end to begin, go home. Then I created a gesture to represent my words/phrases. The result was 6 gestural phrases. I asked one of the other SHARE artists to call out the words/phrases in random order, thus designing an endless array of movement, linked together as phrases. I liked that as a result, there were endless movement phrase possibilities.
We got to listen to Stephanie Sneiderman working on her song in the hall.
A.M. O'Malley: Humans erase out of fear, they erase because they can. The fiercest of creatures are helpless against us.
ERASE
All the poets I know
are biting their cheeks.
Their tongues button down
in the slick bed between teeth.
Their eyes are a fourth of an inch deep,
and trying not to do anything.
Once we were blood everywhere,
the darkness at the end of the tunnel,
apocalypse coming down the aisle to read,
building a bonfire to heat the room,
once sparks flew out of our mouths
and we didn't call it spit,
once we read like every human heart
spoke a language universal as neon.
The poets I know write poems about their dreams,
walks to the market, or over a bridge.
They don't want to hear about Victoria's cancer making a black
chalkboard of her body, or the stillborn baby softly slipping
like a sausage out of the casing, or the birds
and fish wearing slickers of oil on the shuddering ocean,
or how the position of the sun makes you sadder than anything.
My church has divided.
The terrible wits, brain-wigs, are trying to wash off
the kind of paint that comes out of me.
What we tried to build between the heart and the mic
is a song being forgotten, a palimpsest of feeling.
Here:
I have a recurring dream
where my eyes won't open
more than just a tiny slit.
Daniella Gleeson: I was struck by the idea of erasing or removing traces of a thought, memory or feeling. The idea/fact that we can not remember every experience because there isn't room in our minds for every memory or experience we have in our life time. We actively choose to erase certain memories or experiences to make room for more. By doing this we allow ourselves to live in each new memory or experience. I went through my images that brought up recollections of details of memories I had erased. Mostly I was struck by the clouds and skyscapes that are constantly erasing and reforming.
Courtenay Hameister, Robin Romm and Brian Lindstrom read Courtenay's screenplay.
MORE WORK COMING SOON...
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