Archive for August, 2006

On Simultaneity – The Negotiation of Color and Music

Thursday, August 31st, 2006

One can take . . . all the themes that have been privileged until now by deconstructive strategy: that is, presence, consciousness, sign, theme, thesis, etc. One cannot imagine oneself alive renouncing all consciousness, all presence, all ethics of language: and yet this is precisely what must be deconstructed. One must try to think what it is that makes us unable to “do without.” Thus, on the one hand, the very menacing character of deconstruction. But, at the same time, it does not threaten anything because it is not a question of destroying what there is to deconstruct. Although phantasmatic, the threat is not, however, imaginary, and this explains the affective charge, the terrorized violence of the resentment and reactions against “deconstruction.” Negotiation operates in the very place of threat, where one must with vigilance venture as far as possible into what appears threatening and at the same time maintain a minimum of security – and also an internal security not to be carried away by this threat. This, too, is negotiation.
An essential aspect of negotiation is that it is always different, differential, not only from one individual to another, from one situation to another, but even for the same individual, from one moment to the next. There is no general law, there is no general rule of negotiation. Negotiation is different at every moment, from one context to the next. There are only contexts, and this is why deconstructive negotiation cannot produce general rules, “methods.” It must be adjusted to each case, to each moment without, however, the conclusion being a relativism or empiricism. This is the difficulty. That there is something like an absolute rule of negotiation that can only be adjusted to political, historical situations.
-Jacques Derrida, Negotiations

I was trying to understand the idea of simultaneity and totally failed until I realized that simultaneity does not exist temporally, but rather is an experiential moment. A popular current in music these days is the “Mash-Up” but the Mash-Up is really nothing new. In fact it is a simple evolution of what the Hip-Hop scratch DJ does. It is what early House music did. Take two otherwise unrelated pieces of music and interweave them into a new sonic experience. It is this characteristic of newness that really grabbed me. The two cease being two and become one. And in that moment of synthesis, simultaneity ceases and experience is born.

John Cage‘s Indeterminacy is a classic example of simultaneity. Yet it is a single experience of word and noise colliding in a wholly new experience. Joseph Albers was famous for his ideas surrounding color theory. He made explicit the point that colors are relational, rather than operating as a fixed system. If that is true of pigments, it is doubly true of light.

It is possible to make a common lightbulb appear blue, now green, now pink simply by altering the context in which we find this bulb. The color of light is not inherent, but rather relational. When creating a composition based upon multiple colors it is an inherent act of negotiation. The one impacting the other, each altering the fundamentals of the other. No single color can remain on its own. They are both relationally and contextually defined. The color experience, then, is an instance of simultaneity that is not simultaneity, but rather a mash-up experience.

By playing with the tensions inherent to color in the medium of light it is possible to make a figure appear at once beautiful and ugly. By defining a subject through the use of color on the one hand and contextually defining it as the opposite of that color. In a similar way one can make a distant subject more prominent than a near subject thus unsettling the notion of physical space upon a stage.

Opera is an extreme experience in simultaneity. One has music and dance and song and sculpture and light and shadow and fabric and yet no one of these elements can be successfully extracted from the whole. Rather the experience is a relational system whereby every element feeds into and both defines and negates every other aspect of the experience. The humming chorus in Madama Butterfly is a long section of an opera that is about a light cue. Yet by decentering the Subject, Butterfly, and placing her as static and passive observer, one falls even further into the thrall of the subject. In essence, she is most present when she is absent. Which in a way is the point of the opera, that she only exists as symbol, and dies the moment she becomes woman. The “Other” can only exist as a symbol, and must be denied dimensionality.

This moment does not give us any answers, nor any definitive insights into the nature of our heroine. It does however ask an important question. What is the tension inherent in the Subject? A Subject can not exist without a context whereby there are Objects. Thus, the Subject, whole within its own subjective experience, must also always already exist as Object to another. Butterfly, made Object by Pinkerton, is made Subject once again by the rising sun. And the negotiation continues.

FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING FUCK ! ! ! ! – OK, I'll calm down a bit

Tuesday, August 29th, 2006

About a week ago my 93 year old Grandmother took a bit of a fall and wound up in a hospital. A few days ago she was moved to a rehabilitation center. It was quite fortunate for the family that I was in the Bay Area to help out with this situation. Plus I got to visit her while she recuperates. Aside from me getting a little less work done than anticipated, all was well and good.

All well and good until yesterday.

It turns out that someone in the rehab center stole her wallet. Now I know that worse things can and do happen to old people, but seriously. What kind of an asshole steals from a bed ridden 93 year old woman! Its this whole current in our culture of preying upon the weak that is truly sick. Old people and children should be protected and safe.

Fuck!

. . .

I fly back to New York tonight. My flight gets in around 7am and I should have just enough time to drop my stuff off at home, shower and make a production meeting for The Children. The performance schedule is a little wacky as it is part of a festival, so here it is:

Tue 9/12 @ 8 p.m. PREVIEW
Fri 9/15 @ 8 p.m. SOLD OUT!
Sat 9/16 @ 1 p.m.
Sun 9/17 @ 8 p.m.
Wed 9/20 @ 1 p.m.
Sun 9/24 @ 1 p.m.

I then go right from the production meeting to a run through and tech for a little show at the 78th Street Theatre Lab that I got hired for last minute. The play opens on the 5th. The only person I know on the show is the stage manager, who also stage managed Cupid and Psyche.

The Innovative Theatre Awards ceremony, for which Cupid and Psyche was nominated, is coming up on the 18th. However, I may have to miss it due to lighting a dance concert, but we shall see.

Then at the end of the month I am lighting a Spanish play Twenty Years of Agnes over on 52nd street. Quite busy this month, I must say. And then we just fly right into October . . .

It was always a kind of hobby

Monday, August 28th, 2006

When I was a kid I played Dungeons and Dragons, or D&D, quite often with my friends. This is a game of story telling and imagination, and I am sure it is no surprise that several of the people I regularly played with went on to work in theatre and television. While some of my friends poured over the rule books learning all the ins and outs of the game and a few of them went on to become writers and directors, my true love as with lead figures. Specifically the painting of lead figures.

I would sell many of my painted figures at the local games store for a nice little profit that helped to support my painting habit. The cost of paints and brushes and new figures were easily offset by the return from the figure sales. It was a great racket for a kid.

While I have not followed the trends of lead figure painting for many years I remember the going style when I was involved. All the figures in the various magazines had a single light source that the figures were painted with. Perhaps a highlight on one side of the figure and shadow on the other. Or a strong top light, or what not. And I remember one day trying to follow this style and becoming quite frustrated with it. My frustration lay not in being unable to execute the technique, but in what happened when the figures were finished. It was fine when the figure was lit for the same direction as the painting, but if the light came from the other side, it looked strange. Further, if two figures stood next to each other and the light came from different directions they looked incongruous and strange.

While I took a few painting classes and read through all the miniature magazines I could get my hands on, I also spent hours and hours sitting at my desk painting and painting and painting. The theories of painting miniatures are surprisingly similar to those of lighting design. One starts with a base color, then adds in some rich color to fill in the shadows and fabric pleats and finally you dust the figure with a nice highlight to bring out the dimensionality. This certainly does not apply to all lighting, or even all figures, but the similarities are enough to be worth noticing.

It is interesting to me to see how the games of childhood evolve into the games of adulthood. How my lead figure painting and later my interest in philosophy have synthesized along with my interest in literature and imagination into my current profession. And that is one of the things I love about working as a freelance lighting designer. That my many and varied interests can all be engaged and entertained. That my love of literature and philosophy and music and color and time can all come together in the various shows I have the pleasure of working on.

I am curious to see where it will go.

Paradigm Shift
Paradigm Shift Copyleft 2006

Its how you look at the thing OR an open letter to the blogosphere

Saturday, August 26th, 2006

Last night two friends went out to see a play. They did not see the same play. Rather they each saw two different plays. One, was a fairly large and well produced ‘Classic’ by a reputable mid-size regional theatre. The other was a no-budget, comparatively new work, by an unpublished playwright in the basement of a pizza parlor. Their reaction could not have been more different than the plays themselves.

The friend who had gone to see Shakespeare left mad. Not just disappointed, but physically angry. Angry that he had sat through bad theatre. Angry because it had been praised as “clever” and “innovative” and it was not. Angry because an audience who read the review would go and see the play, be bored and think they either did not like Shakespeare or they did not like theatre. Thus being more hesitant the next time around in considering a ticket purchase. The frustration and anger is certainly justified in light of an aspiring theatre professional who cares passionately about the art form.

The other friend was part of an audience of perhaps fifteen people. He drank his beer throughout the performance and laughed along with all of his fellow audience members, who left the theatre feeling fully satisfied for having seen a powerful performer on stage speaking and acting the words he had written in a dramatically compelling way. He left the theatre happy and filled again with the sense that theatre can engender a strong and vital direct experience. He felt assured that the medium was healthy and would do fine.

Now, there are any number of reactions one could draw from these experiences. I will only focus on a few. A popular one with many an aspiring artist would be to take the example of the first play as ‘proof’ of the corruption of commercial art. How the work gets watered down and destroyed when taken to that level. That the only way of creating vital work is in a small setting with limited audience. The regional theatre movement, and certainly commercial theatre, is dead and deadly. It kills the potential behind the work and serves only to make cookie cutter productions for a subscription audience who for some reason wish to pay to be bored.

Ok.

Another way of looking at this situation sees nothing but potential. There is good strong new work being created every day. That theatre is a living and vital art form, continually evolving and recreating itself anew. That while the smaller show may not have had the fullest of resources or the fullest of audiences it was none the less a strong and vital experience. The regional theatre show proves that if powerful strong work can be created and placed within its mechanics, then the resources are there to get a large and paying audience out to see the work. That the resources exist to design a world for the play that brings it alive in newer and even more vital ways.

Well then.

Which is true?

Over at Matt Freeman‘s blog there is a rather silly argument going on in the comments section. Matt asks about impressions of the Summer Play Festival. One anonymous commenter keeps harping on the fact that it is flawed because the writers showcased there have written works that have received staged readings. Now, for the record, SPF does not say anywhere that I could find that it only accepts work by people who have never had their work shown in any fashion. Rather it says it creates a venue for emerging artists to get their work produced.

Somehow, I see these two issues as related. While one is dismay at an art form with a great deal of potential and the other is a kind of sour grapes by someone who I assume did not get accepted into the festival, they both point to a kind of pessimism towards the work. There is a lot of bad and unfortunate work out there.

That is a fact.

But there is also a lot of good work. And there is a lot of potential. A lot of the off-off-Broadway work is horrible. Truly horrible plays produced by actors in a literal sense equity’s “vanity showcase.” I have seen a lot. I actually stopped seeing off-off-B’way plays for a while because I had seen so much crap. Does this mean there is no good work? Certainly not. There is quite a lot of good work going on in theatre on the fringe. But like the Fringe Festival, while there might be some good works, there is a lot of bad fringe theatre as well. There is a lot of really good and vital regional theatre out there as well. If you don’t believe me ask my friend Matthew.

What baffles me is the amount of energy people will expend justifying off-off-B’way theatre, rather than just making good work. Why complain? The surest way to prove wrong that theatre is dead is to make work that is alive. I don’t care if I am designing for a 60 seat black box or a 700 Seat Opera or a small regional theatre. What I care about is that I am doing my best work.

We can sit around complaining. That is easy. We can spend all our effort justifying the existence of Off-Off-Broadway or we can do something:

Every generation recognizes the same problem. Every generation comes to the same wall.

Most generations divide into two camps. One camp recognizes the wall, measures it, and begins to climb it. Some may actually get over to the other side, who knows? Most of the first camp, however, settle on finding a position somewhere on the wall and begin to jealously guard it.

The other camp, standing at the wall, not climbing, divides as well. Half spend their lives standing at the foot of the wall, shaking their fists and shouting. The other half grows bored and walks away.

That’s what most generations do, upon finding themselves at the wall.

The exceptional generations, the historical generations, tear down the fucking wall.

If your play gets rejected, write a better play. If the theatre you want to work at sets up certain requirements, go meet those requirements.

Me, I want to work in Europe. Do I spend my time in cafes bitching with my American friends about the miserable state of theatre? Yes. But I am also out there doing my best work and plotting schemes. Because I don’t have any interest in fighting over scraps. My vision is too big to sit around camp at the base of the wall. And I am impatient. Who’s with me?

Fluorescent lighting is Sweet

Thursday, August 24th, 2006

In 1998 I stage managed Sweet Self written by Zay Amsbury and directed by Josh Costello. We did this show in an ultra low-budget fashion, having quite literally no money. Being the Stage Manager meant I called places and then ran the sound cues. There were no lighting cues. We performed in the multi purpose room of a senior center. We had hideous orange plastic chairs for “scenery” and the fluorescent lights in the room were just on. I think we did a blackout at the top and at the end. The actors were all visible throughout the performance, sitting in chairs “off-stage” but still in plain view. The audience was configured in a 3/4 Round.

It was amazing.

The show was so strong and the dramatic tension so high that after the first scene one almost forgot about the fluorescent lighting and the orange chairs. It was there that I developed a certain philosophy of theatre and the importance of design. Now, I know there are exceptions to this, Robert Wilson being an immediate one that comes to mind, but for 99% of theatre productions I believe the following to be true. Any show should be complete and dramatically compelling when performed under worklights and in rehearsal clothes.

Now I also firmly believe that design is a necessary element to a work. It can illuminate and reveal aspects of the play and nuance that would otherwise be missed. It can create a visual focus upon which to organize the events of the play. It helps bring an audience into the world of the play such that they can fully experience that complete and dramatically compelling event. But, design is not the world of the play. Scenery and costumes offer up an interpretation of the text and the action. They operate as a kind of framing device for the play. Lighting and sound serve to mark the passage of time and weave into the text at a temporo-structural level. But the play is the words and the staging. And the actors must be seen and clothed(or naked) but these are all choices, and they are all design. Even if the choice is to use the objects found in the performance venue, that is a design choice.

I had dinner with Josh last night and we got into a three or four hour discussion of Romeo and Juliet. It was a great discussion focusing mostly on the death of Mercutio as the central turning point in the play and how that relates to one of the Prince’s final lines and that to the entirety of the action of the play.

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

What was so fun about this is that Josh has a strong understanding of Shakespeare, as evidenced by the writing on his blog. But more than that, having worked with him several times before I know how good he is as a director and thus it was not just idle chatter but strong ideas that could be transformed into dramatically compelling action.

One of the last plays we worked on together was House of Lucky at The Magic in San Francisco. That was a full production at a LORT theatre. A far cry from the multi purpose room of a few years before. Yet the show had started in that same room, with those same fluorescent lights and orange chairs. It had already proven to be complete and dramatically compelling. The addition of the lighting and scenery only added to the dramatic story telling.

Overlap

Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006

I think I spend as much time dealing with scheduling as I do actually working on my projects. The next few months are going to be hectic.

Berkeley is an amazing little town. Birthplace to many notable characters including myself. It has, across the street from each other, my favorite record shop and bookstore in the whole wide world. They are not the largest by any streatch of the imagination, but as for pure quality I really do not think they can be beat. And any bookstore that, following one wall, you go from Buddhism, to Theater, to Dance, to Film, to Philosophy is all right by me.

If you like DJ Music this is highly worth listening to. Smart and funny scratch DJ’s are the way to go. Because “ignoring the DJ in Hip-Hop is like ignoring the guitar in Rock&Roll.”

I was thinking about the Caribean, so I give you this picture from my Medea from last August.

Medea with Chorus

It’s madness I tell you

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006

I am currently in Oakland, CA for a brief visit of the family. Most of my time however is in front of a computer preparing for the insanity that will ensue when I return to NY. I will tech four shows in the seven weeks following my return to New York, unless I get hired for something more in the interim. It’s a little crazy.

“Summer” in the Bay Area is really quite pleasant. Cool air. Bright clear skies. What New York would call an “unusually pleasant day” and it is all the time. I do miss that about the Bay Area. It’s too bad there really is not that much theatre out here to sustain a career as a designer.

If you like looking at art this is awesome. While not even remotely up to the standards of the Web Gallery, here is another image from the gradschool procrastination series.

creation_1
Creation 1 Copyleft 2002

The Corporatist War OR The Human Will to Freedom

Monday, August 21st, 2006

The Battle of Algiers by Gillo Pontecorvo is a powerful testament to the human Will to Freedom in the the face of the brutal dehumanizing violence of colonial oppression. Using cinematic devices borrowed from documentary film making, we are presented with a detached yet immediate realism. The dirt and the grit of warfare feels right on top of us. Surely far more powerful than anything presented on Faux News yet somehow resonant of the truth of the situation in Iraq that we are not given.

We see repeated instances in the film of Edward Said‘s notion of Orientalism. The Otherization of the oppressed that must occur for the colonial powers to feel secure in their occupation. The dehumanization of the enemy that must manifest for war to continue. For sympathy can not exist in war. Care and concern can not exist in war. Only duty. The duty in this case for the blond people to oppress the brown people.

Theatre provides a possible escape vector for the totalitarian control that political language places upon the individual. The political realm, far from being one of individualism, is itself a totalitarian product. One can not be Self. Large and contradictory. Rather one must be of a party. Of an ideology. The ideology itself providing discursive paths upon which one may walk but not diverge.

The language of colonialism creates the body politic necessary for mass revolution. By “otherizing” the mass of humanity that once existed as a multifaceted and contradictory heterogeneous thing, they become a single unit. Revolutionary conditions are created by the very linguistic structure used to justify the presence of totalitarian regimes. In fact, the threats that these new groups pose are constructed from a necessary reaction to the language used to engage them by the otherizing self.

At the end of World War II the “Threat” of Nazi Germany ceased to exist, and with it the justification for the military industrial complex that had brought the American, and world, economy back from collapse. Just as that threat was ready to go away, Churchill gave his famous Iron Curtain Speech and the threat was continued. American politics-as-usual were saved for another fifty years, but then The USSR disappeared. Almost overnight. We were left limping along for nearly ten years trying out various threats, but none would quite suit our needs. China was too big an economic necessity, North Korea too small, even Iraq on its own was not quite enough.

But, as with the shift from the physical Nationalist threat of Nazi Germany to the Internationalist ideological threat of Communism, we suddenly got our chance for a new shift. Moving further into the realm of ideological conflict in a post-nationalist approach, the War on Terror was born. The human Self is no longer of concern as that can only be inviolate in service of the Nation State. But with the end of Nation based warfare all tactics are allowed. This is not an American war, it is an economic war. The great symbol of the west is not the Statue of Liberty, but rather the financial center of transnational corporations. And corporations do not like war at home.

Mother Courage would certainly be able to tell you that war is good for business. But if that war gets too close, even the most tenacious of entrepreneurs can not survive. And I am reminded of the lesson Joshua learns in War Games that, “the only way to win is not to play.”

It’s French for Junk Food

Sunday, August 20th, 2006

James wants more junk food. Well, theatre as junk food. Theatre that is so bad it’s good. The perfect B-Movie. Or B-Play. There are plenty of B-Movies. From the reports I have heard thus far Snakes on a Plane is just that. I am going to to see it next week with my girlfriend and am very much looking forward to it. But what about theater as junk food.

James got me thinking about this and I agree, there is not enough theater as junk food. It does make me pleased then to be working on The Children, a musical based on a 1980 zombie flick. The Phaedra adaptation I lit for the fringe might also fall into this category.

Both of these plays in their own way are ultimately too smart to be pure junk food. Rather they employ the techniques of entertainment junk food to make a broader point. Ok, The Children is really just a fun Zombie flick. A really fun zombie flick. No really.

It is interesting to me thinking about these plays in relationship to a piece of deconstructive literature that we are adapting to the stage, The Madness of Day. There are no direct links between these pieces. Both the visual and textual narrative styles are as different as one could get. Yet in a way they still exist as necessary eruptions within our contemporary socio-political framework. La Femme est Morte and Madness of Day both critique a war culture that sees violence and aggression as the proper means of achieving one’s goals. The former falling firmly in the American theatrical deconstructive tradition of Charles Mee, while the latter is quite strongly French. As a result, one exists directly on the physical plane while the other lives in the realm of the psychological.

I spoke a while back about having to jump from project to project as a freelance designer. It makes for an interesting series of exchanges as I discuss one text and find myself thinking of another, making connections between them that I would not come up with without these works.

Lighting design operates at an almost stream of consciousness level. The projects slide one into the next and cross-pollinate in a most wonderful way. Working through a zombie flick can provide insights into French deconstructive texts. Some of this is a matter of sleight of mind, interrupting a train of thought with a meeting about another project and resulting in a more satisfying solution to the first problem than would have been achieved through direct effort.

This is how over thinking can destroy a work. The research must be done so it can be abandoned. Trusting in your knowledge of a text and allowing the visual dramaturgy to manifest unfettered by intellectualization is a difficult task. But it is one that must be achieved for a work to be successful. The mind-state might be said to be akin to no-thought in its purity and grounded practicality. One must not “think” so much as one must “act.” In so doing one can truly and purely create.

Sitting at a tech table writing light cues feels to me like sitting in a zendo breathing. There is a wonderful calm that settles in once I sit down and put my headset on. “Group one at full” and we fall into no-thought.

Give or Take a few

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

I am convinced that there are only 400-500 people in the theatre and I know 250 of them.

I had a meeting at INTAR yesterday morning for a play I am lighting in October called Windows. The meeting went fine. I have worked with the costume designer before on several projects and I know the scenic designer from graduate school although we have not yet worked on a project together. Everyone else was new to me. Sort of.

The Artistic Associate it seems was familiar with my name from when she was an intern at The Berkeley Repertory Theatre. She was there the year after me and lived in my old apartment. BRT, if anyone is interested, has a fantastic intern program that includes among other things . . . FREE HOUSING.

Anyhow, that was funny and we checked in on the various people we knew in common and so on and so forth. The director, who I have never worked with before, also had an odd connection with me. It seems she knew the director of the Medea that I lit last August. She was in San Juan when it was playing but never got to see the show as it was sold out before she could get tickets.

These kind of connections are too common to get surprised by them. My director for The Children was an actor in one of the plays we did at BRT that year as well. They just keep happening. Even if my initial estimate is off by a few hundred, the idea behind it still holds. [insert winky face]

Two nights ago I went out to a cafe with some friends and met a director there. We chatted for a bit and it turns out he was assisting James Robinson on a show in Colorado the same time I was assisting Heather Carson on a show of James’ at San Francisco Opera.

Blah, blah, blah.

I am sure this is of interest to no one but me and contains more gratuitous name dropping than any blog post today. But still, I find these moments to be endlessly enjoyable. When an otherwise total stranger comes out of hiding, as it were and turns into someone else orbiting within my circle it makes me happy.

Windows looks to be an interesting project. But I have three more plays to light between now and then, in addition to the two plays I have up currently at the Fringe, and I am sure many more funny little connections to make.


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