Tuesday, November 28, 2006
on the wall
This is a shot of Jacob, seen through a video camera and projected onto the brick wall in the basement of the Great Hall. Ame thought it would be cool. It was.
We've closed \dance\songs\ , but life has only sped up. We were striking until midnight on Sunday, then I got up at 6am to proofread a script before going to a warehouse to check up on an exhibition I'm consulting on lighting for. I am some pooped, but I am not going to complain anymore: it's an interesting life. I will try not to mention having no time ever again. Sujet fermé.
During the development of the show I wondered if we had been getting lost in our own language - of movement and sound and how our sense of what's going on in each segment of the show gets deeper - that in deepening the meaning of the piece we had gone too deep, so to speak. That we were too weird, and maybe out of touch with the casual observer off the street. Now I feel differently. We didn't let ourselves get weird because we kept our eye on people, on mixing up -- or feeling -- the audience as we went along, checking in between tracks, doing slightly different things for them every night as we got to feel them out. I mean, sure we are kind-of weird, but not alien weird. And acknowledging the people in the room is key to that. Lesson for life.
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