Virtual Residency Day Twenty-Two, Physical Sites
The last two posts may have seemed abstract but I was thinking some things thru in preparation for the public launch of this Virtual Residency project. Some of the logistics are complex.
The intentions are simple: make intercontinental art across differences with out jet fuel.
To make this project work, it is necessary to coordinate events and timing in several places, including India, Italy and Korea. In New Delhi, they have just let me know that they will be able to plot all points of intersection between the river and the city there. This is critical preparation for an idea I have to draw attention to the water issues there. I will write more about that as it develops. It may not be complete until late September, when the last concert is to be scheduled.
In Pescia, I am waiting to hear if we can paint a series of rock markers for the chestnut forest in time for their opening. This is for another idea I have for that location. The first idea, "Numbered Trees" was controversial and did not convey my intention. I am not yet sure why. One of my intentions is to draw attention to the preciousness of each tree there to all of us, where ever we live around the world.
My webmaster, Sandra Oei and I have finally received the dvds of the market in Gongjhu and drummers there from Anke after some trouble with the transmissions. Software and electronics remain an imperfect medium.
I am still trying to figure out how to manage the breaks I will need for the 16 hour marathons on each day and how to post the program in a way that will be as simple as possible for people attending. I must also consider what to do if we have a lightening storm here that wipes out my power.
On Vinalhaven, in "real space," I just came from a party and a theatre event. The first took place on a spectacular point on the island that overlooks several far islands. The day was glorious after days of unseasonable fog and lightening. All the troubles of the world seemed far away except in my heart. I came home to a letter from a colleague in Israel, Shai Zakai, writing of the terror she is experiencing there, the same terror they feel in Lebanon, where my father once played in an orchestra in Beirut.
What the world forgets in the horrors of war is that victims have their humanity as their primary "nationality". Artists are always the cultural essence that expresses the best of that humanity. It is, along with children, our most fragile and precious fountain of hope. I fear for both without national prejudice. Art binds us as humans.
The play we all went to was about a young woman with a painful life who finds beauty, "The Little Locksmith" by Katharine Butler Hathaway, was a soliloquy by a woman who is only 4'1' about a woman who was 4'6". It was moving but for most of us on the island that live here full time and are up by 5:30AM it was hard to stay awake. Attendance under such circumstances is an act of devotion for all concerned, as is any art for practitioners and audience alike.
There are two goals for these events I am working on now:
1. Strengthen the bridges of expressive commonality that bind us all across physical space and national boundaries, despite conflicts.
2. Find a way to do that that reduces global warming
The intentions are simple: make intercontinental art across differences with out jet fuel.
To make this project work, it is necessary to coordinate events and timing in several places, including India, Italy and Korea. In New Delhi, they have just let me know that they will be able to plot all points of intersection between the river and the city there. This is critical preparation for an idea I have to draw attention to the water issues there. I will write more about that as it develops. It may not be complete until late September, when the last concert is to be scheduled.
In Pescia, I am waiting to hear if we can paint a series of rock markers for the chestnut forest in time for their opening. This is for another idea I have for that location. The first idea, "Numbered Trees" was controversial and did not convey my intention. I am not yet sure why. One of my intentions is to draw attention to the preciousness of each tree there to all of us, where ever we live around the world.
My webmaster, Sandra Oei and I have finally received the dvds of the market in Gongjhu and drummers there from Anke after some trouble with the transmissions. Software and electronics remain an imperfect medium.
I am still trying to figure out how to manage the breaks I will need for the 16 hour marathons on each day and how to post the program in a way that will be as simple as possible for people attending. I must also consider what to do if we have a lightening storm here that wipes out my power.
On Vinalhaven, in "real space," I just came from a party and a theatre event. The first took place on a spectacular point on the island that overlooks several far islands. The day was glorious after days of unseasonable fog and lightening. All the troubles of the world seemed far away except in my heart. I came home to a letter from a colleague in Israel, Shai Zakai, writing of the terror she is experiencing there, the same terror they feel in Lebanon, where my father once played in an orchestra in Beirut.
What the world forgets in the horrors of war is that victims have their humanity as their primary "nationality". Artists are always the cultural essence that expresses the best of that humanity. It is, along with children, our most fragile and precious fountain of hope. I fear for both without national prejudice. Art binds us as humans.
The play we all went to was about a young woman with a painful life who finds beauty, "The Little Locksmith" by Katharine Butler Hathaway, was a soliloquy by a woman who is only 4'1' about a woman who was 4'6". It was moving but for most of us on the island that live here full time and are up by 5:30AM it was hard to stay awake. Attendance under such circumstances is an act of devotion for all concerned, as is any art for practitioners and audience alike.
There are two goals for these events I am working on now:
1. Strengthen the bridges of expressive commonality that bind us all across physical space and national boundaries, despite conflicts.
2. Find a way to do that that reduces global warming
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