Join us this evening for a little party to celebrate my photography show. My work is hanging at this restaurant in Queens:
http://www.yelp.com/biz/novo-jackson-heights
6:30 – 11ish. Maybe earlier because it’s Wednesday?
Latest
As much as things change…
November 18, 8p $10
Vaudeville Park 26 Bushwick Ave,
Brooklyn L to Grand
As much as things change…
A poisoned frock. A poisoned apple. Some questionable sake. Originally created for the 2011 FIGMENT festival, two actor/dancers perform three acts in which the drama unfolds through dance and physical theater. The first passage is sibling rivalry at its worst. The dances borrow from flamenco and ballet to describe strenuous and frustrating interactions between two sisters. Relations do not improve when the siblings return after having been (comically) transformed into guachos – tango-dancing nomads whose friendly companionship devolves into a competition for the lead and eventually into hostility that is settled with a deadly gesture. In their final incarnation the pair are warriors; martial artists of all genres who meet on a path and show off, spar, and eventually make friends, settling down to a drink…
Who is the oppressor and whom the oppressed? Does birth order really determine so much of our behavior? Why are family members, close friends, and those equally skilled in an art, who should be close, so often at odds? These questions have been the foundation of epic plays starting with the ancient Greeks, and we don’t seem to be much closer to answering them.
In addition to “As Much As Things Change…” stringdance+media will present three short videos.
Guests Tim Chester Dance and James Atkinson’s Classical Contemporary Ballet Theater will also perform.
I had a dream of an endless string of beautiful days in the desert….
New dance, with video, in an interesting place.
The Future Is A White Sky
once more, with feeling..
The Future Is A White Sky
revisited
Getting organized
Bear with me as I get this page organized; I’m not sure how everything works!
Emergence. Silver halide print. Circa 1996. c. Christy Walsh
Mirrors
No one has yet distilled with
patient knowledge your fugitive
essence. Your spaces in time, that are filled with
holes like those of a sieve.
Squandering the empty ball-room’s pomp,
deep as forests when twilight broods…
And, like sixteen pointers, the lusters romp
through your virginal solitudes.
Pictures crowd you at times. A few
seem to be taken right within you,
shyly to others you wave adieu.
There, though, the fairest will always be,
till through her lips withheld continue
Narcissus, released into lucency.
Rainer Maria Rilke
