Levels of lessons in patience today with the Thought Pocket "In Circles". Nature made nesting dolls of the fact.
We waited on the rain to end so we could begin making rings of our own with dancers as the impact points instead. Many throughout the day repeated the query "What is this?", including concerned security personnel for the building nearby. "It's the exercise of patience, of endurance, and personal focus outside of time," we explained. Perhaps odd pursuits for public display, but the public was pleasantly accepting, and we were permitted to continue in the interim between occasions of afternoon rain.
Just as slowing one's mind will find reflection in the body, simply slowing one's movements changes the tempo of the mind till your connection with the objective passage of time dissolves. Thoughts replace the seconds' tick, and your psyche becomes the timepiece, your feelings the authority reference. This phenom...
Dance is used to being separated from the witness and vice versa. That little invisible bubble of space that just forms and makes it understood that dance "gets space" to distinguish the dancers from the non.
But what happens when that space is removed all together? When nobody is an audience? Nobody a performer? We're all just people out here doing something different, going about different things with different intents, but being... honest. And open. And together.
Dance you can walk around or through or along side of... this is what intrigues me. Dance as a common thing and not something requiring a ticket or fancy dress clothes to go see. Something that doesn't require years of training to get close to, or stand next to; An everyday occurrence just a part of your regular experience. Dance happening like anything else. Today's "A Ripple in Time" work on Strawberry Way (my personal favorite nook in all of Downtown Pittsburgh) was just that.
Not often do you have trucks driving through your creative piece, although it's an informative contrast, at least in this case. Dancers Taylor Knight and Anna Thompson performed a slow motion meeting on Garrison Place that took two hours to complete, and two hours more to extricate.
In the time-installation "A Meeting Downtown", chalked poetry pursued Taylor, while chalked designs entrained Anna along the sidewalk and crossing through the graveled mid-point of the street, where the two danced as if never separate.
The rainbow echoes of their encounter might last a day before erased, but some souls passed by
and noticed, and paused to appreciate. While the time-lapse of their story lives on in our joints,
in a self-satisfying collection of well-earned aches.
If an adversary can be conceived of as one's partner in a dance, then the partner to
today's premier of Pockets was the rain--you can't always choose your partner. But the dancers creating the debut of Thought Pockets with "Free/Fall" turned their faces to the sky and didn't flinch; slow as statues, they extended open palms and engaged with bliss.
The sandwich board played shelter to a huddled brood of shoes, as the barefoot six made a shallow proscenium of the sidewalk facing the Benedum on Seventh Street. Today their partner was more compassionate than the weather as predicted, and a transient audience was bemused to pause and watch a bit before moving on. But storms remain the forecast for much of the nine days yet to come. Every production has its challenges, and every partner their peculiarities. We'll have to keep working-out new plans for accommodating this partner that soaks you to the bone....
Working on the concepts of Thought Pockets brings us back to our everyday perceptions of time and extended duration... both of which are personal [artistic] obsessions of mine. It's experiencing a piece long after the performer is gone, filling in the blanks of what must have occurred before you encountered it, where it's going and how long it will endure after you leave.
This morning we created a mini-Pocket in the alley way outside of our place in The Strip District, preparing for the poster of Thought Pockets (to be created this weekend). John was very patient and spent his morning laying around as I did all the work. Aaron Jackendoff took his time getting to the alley to shoot the moment, all which was very fitting. But even as we finished, the Thought remains, the color impression of a man once on the ground, still but in lined-motion, showing the duration of his stay... at least until it rains.