Vicky Spanovangelis
Vicky Spanovangelis is a London-Athens based choreographer,
dancer and architect, (Bartlett UCL, Royal College of Art, MA Dance, Trinity
Laban London). Vicky has exhibited internationally, she has directed design projects,
artistic research collaborations and performances in the UK and abroad,
(Greece, France, Germany, USA). Her doctoral research focuses on choreography
& architecture as creative practice. She teaches and lectures in higher
education on multi-media performance, dance on screen and site-specific
environments, (previous teaching includes Trinity Laban London, Royal Central
School of Speech and Drama, London). In
2003, Vicky founded and is artistic director of Nomads & Urban Dwellers, a
company working at the intersection of body, film, movement and space, with
special interest in museum event architectures.
Recent works include a research presentation titled ‘Imminent/Im-Materialities’,
CISPA Denmark (2019), speaking of choreography & architecture practices related
to the kinaesthetic experience of space, the flesh-body and living architecture;
a participant in PQ Talks, Prague Quadrennial (2019) featuring ‘Fluid
Temporalities’, show-casing ‘Performance Archaeologies: The Tracing House’, a site-specific
performance of devised theatre and dance, exploring sensory movement,
mark-making, and drawing practices, part of ‘Out-Topias: Performance in Outdoor &
Public Space’, Benaki Museum, Athens (2016); ‘De-Code: Mnemonic in Motion’, a
Dance & Ancestry project, (International Premiere), the Berthelot Municipal Theatre, Paris (2019)
also performed at the Michael Cacoyannis Foundation, Athens (2019), and most recently developing ‘De-Code: Mnemonic
in Motion’, to be performed in Vilnius, Lithuania, in December 2019. Vicky’s
curatorial and project management expertise has culminated in the launch of
‘Alter-MOTION’, a creative company specialising in events, publishing and
creative design, a bridge between her experimental artistic practices and
professional services as a creative expert. https://www.facebook.com/NomadsandUrbanDwellers/
CREATIVE ARTIST FROM THE DIASPORA
My current work is developed from the perspective of a
creative artist from the diaspora. A
female performer searching for her roots. I explore questions of identity,
cultural heritage, and cultural memory, through creative movement
practices. A daughter of the diaspora,
British born of Greek-Cypriot ethnic origin, I explore the multiplicity and
fluidity of identity, and how territories of the ethnographic field are
traversed as a moving body across geo-political boundaries. My mother’s birth place is now
occupied Cyprus, (which I recently visited for the first time in the summer
2019), and my father’s ancestors were nomadic settlers of Greece, the
Sarakatsani people who were constantly confronted with regional migration for
survival due to historical and political circumstances in Greece’s recent
history. Movement of identity, patterns of migration, the landscape and the body, as well as the
roots of my practice as an architect and choreographer (materiality, the flesh-body, and materiality of architecture as space, sensory movement & mark-making, and screen media in performance), all make for a doorway to open my
practice and contribute to the ‘1[-1] Materiality of Exile’ Project.
DIALOGUES: CONNECTIONS WITH ‘1[-1] MATERIALITY OF EXILE’ PROJECT
As an initial proposal I will experiment with a matrix of 11
words, 11 questions, 11 gestures, these will be documented as open-for-interpretation
poetic movement texts in the form of voice narrative, movement and image. The source of material will come from my
current practice as a starting point – the core will be to consider the key
words of the project such as Migration, Exile, Intersections. The project is an opportunity to share
personal practice in response to global collaborative dialogues with fellow
artist practitioners.
CONFLUENCE: 19:46 hrs Athens Greece 09/11/2019
JOINING THE STREAM...
An In-process Documentation
DIALOGUES OF DIASPORA: MOTHER & DAUGHTER IN CONVERSATION
11 Words
11 Gestures
11 Questions
Some Starting points of process I will re-work as I upload material of the past few days.
ROOTS...
I will be documenting the process of mother and daughter reflecting on their journey to Rizokarpasso, Cyprus, my mother's birthplace. She returns, and I visit for the first time. We depart form a divided city, and drive along the green line which separates the island. We cross borders, relinquish our freedom, but we connect with the land and our roots both in very unique ways.
DIALOGUES OF DIASPORA: CROSSING BORDERS MIGRATION TO THE HOMELAND
Me and my mom at Pashimamos...a natural reserve for tortoises...the name means fat sands literally...for the sand dunes, on the south of Rizokarpasso peninsula...
MARK-MAKING
Materiality and scoring as an artist of hybrid methods my first claim of the land, the first stop on the road to Rizokarpasso, I draw into the sand along the shore line...CYPRUS...a claiming of identity, land, memory, wholeness no borders, no boundaries...pure earth, elements, nature. temporal, slowly the ebb and flow of water recedes and the marks a faint...but I carry them with me on my body, inside, in my experience.
More soon as I will be connecting with the strands, processes and incredible women of this project.
CONFLUENCE: 19:46 hrs Athens Greece 09/11/2019
JOINING THE STREAM...
An In-process Documentation
DIALOGUES OF DIASPORA: MOTHER & DAUGHTER IN CONVERSATION
11 Words
11 Gestures
11 Questions
Some Starting points of process I will re-work as I upload material of the past few days.
ROOTS...
I will be documenting the process of mother and daughter reflecting on their journey to Rizokarpasso, Cyprus, my mother's birthplace. She returns, and I visit for the first time. We depart form a divided city, and drive along the green line which separates the island. We cross borders, relinquish our freedom, but we connect with the land and our roots both in very unique ways.
Images of re-potting a plant at home...the site of domesticity becomes my canvas of living everyday traces and a metaphor of lived-experience in connection with the project.
THE SITE
I am working from my base in Athens...my mother arrived 3 days ago from Cyprus...she is on her way back to London in a few days.
DOMESTICITY - ROOTS - HOME - THE KITCHEN IS OUR STUDIO
DIALOGUES OF DIASPORA: CROSSING BORDERS MIGRATION TO THE HOMELAND
Me and my mom at Pashimamos...a natural reserve for tortoises...the name means fat sands literally...for the sand dunes, on the south of Rizokarpasso peninsula...
Our Route - the 'Old-Timer' as my mother calls this road in her recent publication of an anthology of poems.
MARK-MAKING
Materiality and scoring as an artist of hybrid methods my first claim of the land, the first stop on the road to Rizokarpasso, I draw into the sand along the shore line...CYPRUS...a claiming of identity, land, memory, wholeness no borders, no boundaries...pure earth, elements, nature. temporal, slowly the ebb and flow of water recedes and the marks a faint...but I carry them with me on my body, inside, in my experience.
More soon as I will be connecting with the strands, processes and incredible women of this project.
CONFLUENCE: 01:52 hrs Athens Greece 15/11/2019
Between Sunday 3rd November & 10.30pm Monday
4th November 2019
Mum and I have a telephone conversation, about her poems,
her story and ancestry. I tell her I
have various thoughts, and I am still soaking up the experience of visiting
Rizokarpasso for the first time on the 28th September 2019. My mother recently published her first anthology
of poems of the tile ‘THE RETURN: Poems, Thoughts, Contemplations’, which
reflects on her experiences of growing up in Cyprus and Rizokarpasso her birthplace,
among other things. We recently held her
book launch in Cyprus, the first time we were together on the same land since I
was 11 years old.
My first visit to the occupied lands of Cyprus…until now I
have resisted crossing the border…but now was the time to go with my mother as
we would be in Cyprus together.
I wanted to HEAR her VOICE on her LAND through her BODY and
EXPERIENCES in the HERE & NOW…
I begin to see patterns emerge….
5th November 2019
How will I draw out the strands of my practice and develop
with the process of the project? I am considering how I will share and
participate, connect and dialogue with others…quite extraordinary people on
this journey of shared connections, I envisage the desert, people places…HUMBLED
BY THE EXPERIENCES OF ALL THE PARTICIPANTS.
I have yet to read all the entries…I am piecing together
fragments of time, as I see/hear the phone ping another Facebook message at
random intervals during the day, and then I sit quietly in the evenings and catch
up on the conversation.
Globe trotters…that is what we have become…through our
visceral and mediated self-others…around mid-night I close my eyes falling
asleep…‘ping’ I hear the phone again…another alert from the project…I drift off
into a sleepy haze and I whisper to myself…thinking of those across the
Atlantic…‘I AM ALREADY IN YOUR TOMORROW…’
[YOU ARE PART OF ME AND I DISCOVER YOU IN MY TOMORROW…? A
second thought]
THE
LANDSCAPES
Let me introduce
you to some of my Landscapes and how I arrived at Hymettus mountain. The landscapes surrounding my home in Athens,
are the lands where my father and grandfather grew up. The Hymetteus mountain is the final resting
place of my great grandfather. I am
profoundly tied to the landscape here as I make invisible markers , a personal
map of my ancestral history.
THE SITES -
LOCATIONS
City-scape
Panoramic view
The terrace
is my home and the site
Cyprus – the
seashore – the lands of my mother’s ancestors, and the Road to Rizokarposso in
which we document our journey.
ANCESTRY
(Dance & Ancestry Project - Previous)
A
realisation occurs to me that searching for the roots of my father’s ancestors,
my PATERNAL lineage, areal story of real people, yet manifest through my
imagination which I access through photographs, journals, memorabilia, folk
songs, dances, myths. These are
fragments of the past which I carefully piece together. A few rare interviews of video with my father,
and one page he has written in his book.
I discover in his study the day
he has gone…it is the single most precious item I have…his last parting gesture
to me…his words and writing…the first page of his book and the last…I pick up
the thread and tell a story of how I search for my roots.
The family
archive, documented by my grandfather, in which he tells the story of his
father. He too meticulously documented
and his own life (my grandfather was a general in the Greek army, and my
grandfather was a partisan fighter during the last remnants of the Ottoman
occupation), all of this is a jigsaw puzzle of fragments left by my
great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father.
My journey
began 20 years ago…in search of my roots crossing the terrain – the project and
process in itself, a MIGRATION of gestures, movements, thoughts, memories and
weaving together a fabric of moments, history and my own memories of conversations
with my father. The project continues to
grow…and I acknowledge both sides of my ancestry, but the focus here is
predominantly that of my paternal family archive and an unfolding the search.
LIVING
ANCESTRY (New Process for the ‘MATERIALITY OF EXILE’ Project)
My mother,
on the other hand is a living experience of her ancestors, songs, stories of
her grandmother and mother, and her journeys, which are passed on to me in the
here and now. We begin our first
conversation MOTHER & DAUGHTER over the telephone. We speak of the diaspora and of being on a
shared journey together, both of us CROSSING BORDERS of different kinds – she
returns to her homeland and I go to her birth place for the same time; we step
on the same land at the same time…my first visit to Rizokarpsasso.
I realise
the weave of our journey - to share conversations of mother and daughter (which
will open up into dialogues or overlaps with others in the project), as we
cross the land, a divided island, a place of restricted access based on
identity and citizenship, political forces and refugees, displacement and
migration.
Perhaps
MIGRATION here is a metaphor of the journey towards a shared experience, in the
case of us, as mother and daughter, we are migrating together in an ancestral
ritual , we cross a political border, surrender our passports, yet we have a
life affirming experience which contrary to my expectations becomes a positive
light in what I anticipate is loss and longing of so many people gone…through this
ancestral passage way of story-telling her voice becomes etched on my skin,
eyes and lived experience…
I suddenly
see my mother and I dancing together… she does not know it yet but I have
invited her to tell me her story as an corporeal experience to re-trace our
steps and create a memory map which we have lived together…and reflect upon…and
in the process get to know each other more…
FAMILY TREE
My mother
was born in Cyprus. My mother’s mother,
my grandmother, was distraught when she was left to raise a child alone (I
never met my biological grandfather). My grandparents (she married someone else
after) they eloped in the early 1950s before the war broke out in 1974. My
mother was raised by her grandmother Sofia, a wise lady who would teach her
stories and parables. She then joined
her parents in Australia and spent her adolescent years in Adelaide. Later she travelled the UK to study in London.
She has taught and worked in London, UK & India.
I’m not sure
where this sits – but part of this relates to my mother’s revolutionary attitude
to 1960s Australia (I use the term revolutionary here as an individual claiming
their life in the social context of a traditional Greek-Cypriot culture of the
diaspora), when she left to study in London on her own, she possessed an inner
freedom of claiming her identity – if I may say this as they are my words not
hers, and she carved out her own life, leaving behind any social attitudes
towards women, or indeed the burden my grandmother experienced as a single
mother, before she met my grandfather, my mother’s adoptive father. Migration here is willingness to claim
oneself to self-emancipate – perhaps it is a kind of willing exile not
enforced, a solitary road which ultimately gives you the strength as you grow
and cultivate survival skills and become self-empowered as an individual.
THE RULE OF 11
A LIST OF CHOSEN WORDS
ROOTS
MEMORY
IDENTITY
BORDERS
CROSSING
EXILE
MATERIALITY
DIASPORA
LANDSCAPE
INTERSECTION
MIGRATION
7th-11th November 2019 [PROCESSING
IDEAS – GATHERING INFORMATION – key words are capital letters as there are
crossovers between texts]
GESTURES
7th November 2019
A
conversation between my mother and Vangelis (a family friend who comes to
visit). How did you experience Cyprus? What was it like to visit Rizokarpasso, he
keenly asks her? She speaks of the way
people now live, and how they lived in the past – that is, of what she
remembers as a child. When she refers to the past…the left hand raises up as if
throwing something behind her.
Memory of
the past, she seems to create tunnel at that moment – the gesture create a
passageway (I think of our everyday taken for granted gestures) – that is the passageway
through our bodies of BACK and FORWARD, behind and front our obvious
orientation of eyes and sight, and the past BEHIND the FUTURE in front,
enveloped in the experience as we carry out the gesture.
As we
continue to converse, (I am now the anthropologist participating with her story
as a listener, observer, a daughter, a person, a dancer and researcher). I am
the ethnographer – situated in my own research process, searching, enduring,
digging, exploring, experiencing her conversation, participating and observing
– that’s what we do all the time (?) as keen observers of life or ourselves and
others? As creators? As dancers? As people?
But I am
sharing a lived moment with her as she passes on her story to Vangelis, I
listen and so too have become immersed in the story – her-story - it is
transferred to me and absorbed into my being. Perhaps the ‘story’ or
conversation is the moment that transforms and morphs into my memory of my
mother, and the story I tell you the reader/listener and others.
I have
started to collect gestures observing my mother, how she moves when she speaks,
her pauses, the rhythm of her breath and the incline of the neck, here gaze,
the burst of excitement as she flashes here smile laughing with her eyes
intently gazing all the time into the eyes of the person she speaks with.
These
detailed moments have direction, thrust weight, flow, lightness, a touch of the
fingertips to suggest smell or touch of a memory – like rubbing spices
together. As tacit sense to recall how
something ‘felt’ at the time. Gestures
become portals for RETRACING, RECALL, DIMENSION, ORIENTATION, ACTION,
EXPRESSIVITY, SENSES, TOUCH, SHAPE, FORM.
I collect
the gestures so far:
PALMS
TOGETHER – LATERAL CIRCLE - TOUCHING THE ENERGY OF A STONE
PALMS
TOGETHER – CLAY BETWEEN LAYERS OF WOOD
LEFT ARM – A
GENTLE THROUGH BACK – SPEAKING OF THE PAST
FINGERS
RUBBING – THE TOUCH AND SMELL
ARMS OPEN
WIDE – THE FREEDOM STANCE – WHEN MUM VISITS HER SCHOOL
(I am
beginning to see visual/textual/emotional connections with these gestures and
the desert landscape – from the few glimpses I have of Ana’s material and
others so far).
CHOREOGRAPHY
OF GESTURES
I keep notes
of these gestures (as above, still adding to the collection), and I suggest we use
these for our choreography experiment. I
will invite my mother into a sensory-movement conversation, where we will
experiment with movement and text, recalling and retracing, Re-Membering our
Journey to Rizokarpasso:
RE-CALL
RE-TRACE
RE-MEMBER
MEMORY
TRACE
LIVING
I quickly demonstrate
how we can use these gestures – a footnote here: in my ancestry project
gestures are portals to recall and then they become embedded in movements of
memory of landscape, and attitudes of my body in different situations such as
folk dance and creative movement, different moments of behaviour or situations
where I relate stories of how I discovered my father’s ancestors through songs
and folk dance.
MIGRATION OF
GESTURES
Perhaps
gestures are the portal between meaning descriptors of events as we live and
relate the events as memory in the here and now? I have been
perusing over the book titled ‘Migration of Gestures’, an apt definition. (Need to find the reference to add here).
IN-SITU COMPOSITIONS - A CHOREOGRAPHY OF HANDS
Here I am
with my mother creating a reflection of living stories – a different visceral
connection occurs, we do the gestures together – we touch and mirror each
other’s hands, and then I draw her arm over my head and turn underneath her to face
sideways, her hand is facing down on my sternum and I can feel the warmth of
her palm as I bend backwards.
‘Wait…wait…I
can’t turn so fast she says, you have to give me time we need to practice….I
notice the texture of her skin and the feeling of her body. She is still strong and supple…yet I am
reminded of the passage of time…yet there is a strength in her that is not the
soft fragility of a changing skin, a beautiful etched surface which gather’s
the marking of time, her stories and journeys in life, or as I frequently refer
to Merlau-Ponty’s description of skin, as a ‘contour in process’ a ‘psychic
support’, in his book The Phenomenology of Perception (1966); a MATERIALITY (I
echo the resonance of our common words in the project)…her flesh and bones are
robust…but I need to be gentle to give time to enter a new practice of movement
with me.
As I collect
more gestures, I imagine us dancing together…I am UNCERTAIN of what will happen,
and I remind myself of this as a PROCESS.
As a dear friend once reminded me of a Buddhist teaching - it is important
to 'rest in the uncertainty’.
UNFOLDING
THE WRITING (13th November 2019)
I insert the
entry on writing here…as I notice that related creative practice through a Blog
is a very particular and personal/public process, it manifests as the work and
layers manifest. I feel an UNCERTAINTY
as to how to convey and mediate the layers of my process.
INVISIBLE
CONVERSATIONS (I reference here our fb group conversations)
STAR GAZING
FULL MOON
REMEMBRANCE
DAY 11.11.2019 (Eleven is the rule here – it is a fitting metaphor)
EARTH – WOMEN,
EXILE, LAND, FREEDOM (I recall
the book ‘Women Who Run with the Wolves’ by Clarissa Pinkola Estés, below a quote I found on the
internet).
EXILE – ‘While exile is not a thing to
desire for the fun of it, there is an unexpected gain from it; the gifts of
exile are many. It takes out weakness by
pounding. It removes whininess, it
enables acute insight, heightens intuition, grants the power of keen observation
and perspective that the ‘insider’ can never achieve’. The author of the site suggests that exile
can be understood as an ‘act of leaving behind the known and leaping into the
unknown – loneliness, uncertainty and strangeness. It empowers new capacities
with in us and teaches us skills and qualities’, accessed 13.11.2019 https://exploringyourmind.com/7-quotes-women-who-run-with-the-wolves/
UNFOLDING -
BACK TO PROCESS
My first
step has been to collect, gather and process initial ideas.
I have added
the reflective personal notes on observations in italics. Where appropriate I add the capital letters
for key words which overlap.
As I write
this entry of my initial gathering of material, I will soon begin to connect
with others and cross-over conversations of shared process.
I look back
on the initial notes of our group conversation – ‘A methodology of the
dialogues: difference and diversity’.
I will keep
this in mind as I progress to the next step of the process.
MEMORY (7th
November 2019)
On the 7th
of November, we go to the market to buy fresh fruit and vegetables.
‘I want to
buy Pomegranates and Artichokes…they remind me of Cyprus’. My mother conveys –
we are still eating pomegranates almost a week later. The kitchen is infused with a 3-D map across
the table and Memory Objects of Rizokarpasso - we record our conversations amid
the smell of Greek coffee, cooking and conversation.
MEMORY
OBJECTS
A collection
of memory objects from Cyprus. My mother
produces two huge prickly pear leaves she brings back from Cyprus, a stone from
the beach in Larnaca, she also finds stones in the house she collected from
previous journeys, we add the Cyclamens we have bought from the market, as the
fields around Rizokarpasso were full of anemones and cyclamens.
We have yet
to decide how we will respond to the memory objects – at the moment they are
tacit objects, signifiers, emotional canvases, doorways to another world, time
and place.
MEMORY MAP
The 3-D map
we create is the starting point. I begin
to map our words and stories. We add
string and begin to weave the journey as a 3-D line, between objects and
places. The string is a simple tool to
create lines and spaces. A spatial, tactile and visual cue of multiple
references I will also use it in the choreography along with some other playful
materials.
11th November
ROOTS
We record our first conversation. Roots are firm, although, to be uprooted or
displaced in one sense is to have the ground moved from under your feet,
literally and metaphorically…roots stay within...I find my roots are entwined
with my mothers as we relate in the video documentation – an experiment in
capturing our conversation with textures and images of our process and the
journey to Rizokarpasso…
11th November 2019
‘We can look for our roots in the context of genealogy,
origin and environment we are born into, grow up, visual environment, and
finding our roots can also helps us understand who we are today’…(Nina).
‘You are connected with it ..there is no division… there are
roots under your feet wherever you go, it is like you are anchored, you know
who you are…’(Nina).
‘I liked what you said…have some key words here…I found it
interesting in speaking of roots…belonging…completeness…it is with you wherever
you go…no more longing or nostalgia…no division…no separation…it’s an
anchor’…stability…you know who you are…’ (Vicky in response to Nina’s words on
Roots).
‘Once you reclaim your roots within you… the you are a free
person…no one can take that away from you…’ (Nina).
‘I found it life affirming as I could claim something that
is part of me by being with you in the here and now’... (Vicky on her visit to
Rizokarpasso).
Mother & Daughter in Conversation 11.11.2019
I also realise while reflecting on the process of what my
mother and I are doing, it is a ‘co-creative ethnography’, a dialogue of creating material and
experiences with my mother directly – the everyday – the real – the personal
identity of a personal history – but processed together through this creative
journey. It seems premature to critique
the work at this stage although the academic is always searching for a critical
frame. Capturing and processing.
MATRIX (of thoughts/ideas/actions) – BLOG – MEDITATIONS -
MEANINGS
As a brief summary here…I am experimenting with discovering
the words and meanings that connect throughout the project. This inter textual weaving seems to work as a
non-linear process. Some of my key words
are repeated throughout so I am allowing the process to repeat as I write –
writing can trigger associations in a non-linear way and I hope this is clear
without losing the thread of the conversation as blog document.
BLOG – to Blurb reflect process think write – change – swap out
-invent – add - subtract – edit – re-edit –repeat– erase – rewind - playback?
BIO-LOGGING??? I’ve never considered the etymology of a
blog…according to a google search – ‘The term 'web-log' was coined by Jorn Barger
on 17 December 1997’.
MATRIX of words – the material here so far seems to be
openings to different pathways spiralling out – bridging out – reaching out. I will see as we produce material how it will
evolve on the ground and in the virtual world of the blog.
The process of the MATRIX:
11 Words –
In response to the project.
11 Questions
– Evolve as material is generated open ended questions.
11 Gestures
- Collect Gestures - Choreography movement experiments.
11 Minutes
of Conversation – Add to the 3-D Map - Record the conversation.
11 Minute Video
Montage.
Blogging (some more put it out there reflections / thoughts) – A
non-linear biographical – reflective – sometimes clear – other times makes sense or sometimes nonsensical
speak - thoughts to ones-self in-between places and spaces, time zones and
bodies or out of body kind of experience. Embodied and yet – the immediacy of
my experience and connection with others is often changing and malleable – I am reminded that my biological time,
wake-up, train, work, cook, cleaning shopping, phone calls, emails, rehearsals,
planning, social-media…and somehow I am carrying everyone with me…a challenging
experience…elusive and lucid – graspable at times not so easy to keep up...but
overall very inspiring a wondering into the
unknown. Solitude and togetherness.
(Henri Lefebvre’s ‘Rhythmanalysis’ and ‘The Production of
Space’ come to mind here will insert some references in future).
GEOGRAPHY OF
OUR TIME ZONES (with fellow participants)
To be
simultaneously connected to others – virtually and physically yet apart – I
wonder how we each cross through the terrain and perceive those
connections? The time zones make me
conscious of our global community and a double awareness of connecting on the
ground – the daily practice of participating in the processes of our individual
practices and how to mediate – communicate and share…I wonder what this network
will reveal to us?
I’m now ready to connect with fellow participants…as I have
started to get to grips with my process…looking forward to bridging out and
discovering.
REAL TIME RESPONSE TO LIVE STREAM EVENT 01:04am 01.12.2019
Poetic
One word flow response as I listen between sound cloud audio
and the live stream
I make pauses with each resonance
listen
watch
at intervals
an type...
'Crossings...children...20 years...playing in the fields...'
nostalgic lost cries
sorrowful strings
melancholic...
'poor but happy'...I hear the language in English spoken music translations...
breath
sometimes I cannot distinguish but I am carried by the music...
honourable
dignified
touching
moving
voice to a community
'...like everyone else'
THE LIVE STREAM HAS FROZEN
4
5....
The dancer's body is now a slow column,,,a small figure...the familiar movements of a familiar body
The sound is uplifting....
I HAVE NO IDEA IF I AM SYNCHRONISED WITH SOUND OF CLOUD AND THE VIDEO
I do not only 'see'...I am infused with the moment as I grasp it between hearing watching and communicating
'Sending money home'
The sound of wind and birds the desert landscape
7....
Spiral Twist Turn
'Grandparents foreigners'
Self-consciously watching and typing in the moment response...experiment with the impulse of seeing m,movement, feeling and interpreting...
Birds sound
8...
Textures in the desert grass a horn sound...
There dancing with and with these peoples voices...
'Mourns the passing of her parents'
Movement a hollowed our scoop of the back
Loneliness of the desert...solo body...a figure in a transfiguration of a passage way
I ritual?
Passing...through....
Birds strings hollow deep...low and soft....
9...
10....
Body stands tall...taking in the surrounding horizon....
'Planted here'...
The roots, firm and deep where you land...when you are crossing the passage way Conversations of my mother's voice cross over into the narrative of the live stream and sound cloud...
Crossings....one ceaseless crossing in life...
'She has had a happy life'
A panoramic view camera rolls around
looking and searching
I hear Ana's familiar laugh....an acknowledgement
Walking to another spot...
Sound of a rooster loud....
'Warrior woman...a fighter...
2....
The camera shifts to a walking rhythm towards the house.... people are gathered outside chatting
My sense alert to the sound and image of the live stream
Trying to capture
'A Warrior women of great faith....'
Dogs barking....
I hear the wind in the live link foot steps
People have entered the space...
'Childhood marked by violence....'
we are outside the installation space
The wind is rough
It cuts through the screen,,,
I'm transported to the desolate landscape of the image.,..
Walking pulsing foot steps
4....
It sounds like rain in t live stream...
Echoes of children's voices
#The ground
I see the white figure on the ground....
crawling...
earth
colours...
I imagine the smell
dry
Flings the hands above the head...
Textures.,..
Fining a place...cleaning...coloured with the earth scooping
6...
'Marriage then children...'
Lie back down
Sink into the earth?
Find the sky?
reaching
Actions which I can interpret the grounding into the site ....the shaking off....
familiar spiral wave with the hands
An infinity cycle.....
balancing on one leg negotiate the other....
stand walk
I hear water....
8...
'She speaks of challenges making her stronger..'
Gathering and collecting scooping in....
'Previous life in service of others...'
A new life...a voice of her won?
I can hear the desire and the quiver ion these women's voices as the each tell their story.
Perseverance
Emancipation
Freedom
The sounds lie silent cries...
Wilderness...
Desert...
Ana walks around the earth I think she moves to the spectators at times....knees covered in earth
Stroking off the earth
'She laugh as she says she is not dead as a woman...'
The camera circle a full panoramic zoom
They walk towards the house.
1...
A still shot of the ground....time lapse frozen intervals of the live link
Horizon Rocks
Piano key
single notes
notes of the voice
'First child born in 1977'
Camera freezes
A stilted rhythm
Yet I am somehow connecting the pieces...I fill in the pauses and gaps as I write
eyes up and down
'The source of her strength'
Ana's figure is hidden partially by the trees
The house in the back ground...
Sound of water again...
Hands reach to the sky
4....
The figure walks towards something...a black box?
The back of the neck elbows
crouch down
Is there a hold...a time to think and pause?
The image is frozen again
Round arms an reaching up
A desire to find something inside while outside?
Leans forward the weight on one foot...I wonder what she is thinking about now....
Piano notes linger
6....
Chords ride across the notes of piano keys which sound like pebble drops....
The body is still leaning like a place of nowhere and somewhere to go...caught between a moment.
'Heaven...'
7....
REAL TIME RESPONSE TO LIVE STREAM EVENT 01:04am 01.12.2019
Poetic
One word flow response as I listen between sound cloud audio
and the live stream
I make pauses with each resonance
listen
watch
at intervals
an type...
'Crossings...children...20 years...playing in the fields...'
nostalgic lost cries
sorrowful strings
melancholic...
'poor but happy'...I hear the language in English spoken music translations...
breath
sometimes I cannot distinguish but I am carried by the music...
honourable
dignified
touching
moving
voice to a community
'...like everyone else'
THE LIVE STREAM HAS FROZEN
4
5....
The dancer's body is now a slow column,,,a small figure...the familiar movements of a familiar body
The sound is uplifting....
I HAVE NO IDEA IF I AM SYNCHRONISED WITH SOUND OF CLOUD AND THE VIDEO
I do not only 'see'...I am infused with the moment as I grasp it between hearing watching and communicating
'Sending money home'
The sound of wind and birds the desert landscape
7....
Spiral Twist Turn
'Grandparents foreigners'
Self-consciously watching and typing in the moment response...experiment with the impulse of seeing m,movement, feeling and interpreting...
Birds sound
8...
Textures in the desert grass a horn sound...
There dancing with and with these peoples voices...
'Mourns the passing of her parents'
Movement a hollowed our scoop of the back
Loneliness of the desert...solo body...a figure in a transfiguration of a passage way
I ritual?
Passing...through....
Birds strings hollow deep...low and soft....
9...
10....
Body stands tall...taking in the surrounding horizon....
'Planted here'...
The roots, firm and deep where you land...when you are crossing the passage way Conversations of my mother's voice cross over into the narrative of the live stream and sound cloud...
Crossings....one ceaseless crossing in life...
'She has had a happy life'
A panoramic view camera rolls around
looking and searching
I hear Ana's familiar laugh....an acknowledgement
Walking to another spot...
Sound of a rooster loud....
'Warrior woman...a fighter...
2....
The camera shifts to a walking rhythm towards the house.... people are gathered outside chatting
My sense alert to the sound and image of the live stream
Trying to capture
'A Warrior women of great faith....'
Dogs barking....
I hear the wind in the live link foot steps
People have entered the space...
'Childhood marked by violence....'
we are outside the installation space
The wind is rough
It cuts through the screen,,,
I'm transported to the desolate landscape of the image.,..
Walking pulsing foot steps
4....
It sounds like rain in t live stream...
Echoes of children's voices
#The ground
I see the white figure on the ground....
crawling...
earth
colours...
I imagine the smell
dry
Flings the hands above the head...
Textures.,..
Fining a place...cleaning...coloured with the earth scooping
6...
'Marriage then children...'
Lie back down
Sink into the earth?
Find the sky?
reaching
Actions which I can interpret the grounding into the site ....the shaking off....
familiar spiral wave with the hands
An infinity cycle.....
balancing on one leg negotiate the other....
stand walk
I hear water....
8...
'She speaks of challenges making her stronger..'
Gathering and collecting scooping in....
'Previous life in service of others...'
A new life...a voice of her won?
I can hear the desire and the quiver ion these women's voices as the each tell their story.
Perseverance
Emancipation
Freedom
The sounds lie silent cries...
Wilderness...
Desert...
Ana walks around the earth I think she moves to the spectators at times....knees covered in earth
Stroking off the earth
'She laugh as she says she is not dead as a woman...'
The camera circle a full panoramic zoom
They walk towards the house.
1...
A still shot of the ground....time lapse frozen intervals of the live link
Horizon Rocks
Piano key
single notes
notes of the voice
'First child born in 1977'
Camera freezes
A stilted rhythm
Yet I am somehow connecting the pieces...I fill in the pauses and gaps as I write
eyes up and down
'The source of her strength'
Ana's figure is hidden partially by the trees
The house in the back ground...
Sound of water again...
Hands reach to the sky
4....
The figure walks towards something...a black box?
The back of the neck elbows
crouch down
Is there a hold...a time to think and pause?
The image is frozen again
Round arms an reaching up
A desire to find something inside while outside?
Leans forward the weight on one foot...I wonder what she is thinking about now....
Piano notes linger
6....
Chords ride across the notes of piano keys which sound like pebble drops....
The body is still leaning like a place of nowhere and somewhere to go...caught between a moment.
'Heaven...'
7....