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Artistic Excellence

Monday, September 19th, 2005


moments

The TV just reminded me why I love circus.

I was just flicking though the British TV stations… 5 channels filled with all the usual fodder: club promoters misbehaving, crime dramas, … and I stop for a moment on a documentary program that catches my eye.

An old woman is leading an old man into a church. This man was a great director of classical music, and this is the first time he has been back in this particular church since he directed an orchestra many years ago. They stand in the center, silent for a moment, and begin to reminisce about the particular sound of that church.. the old man talks about how he remembers the echo of the space.

“That’s right” the woman says. “You cleared out everything when you were here.. all the pews and furniture, and directed the orchestra in the most beautiful requiem. For the few people in the room, it moved them. They were in tears.”

Something awakens deep inside the old man… he goes quiet.

The woman continues, “That performance was broadcast to 5 countries. People all over the world were moved by your music.”

And then this old man; this brilliant director of music, in the face of such loving praise, started to cry and shook his head silently. “No.” he muttered to himself.

The woman is insistent “What you did was beautiful! Everyone was in tears”

He continued to shake his head. “I can’t believe you” he said “when you say these things.”

The program cut to commercial… and that one moment was enough to haul me out of bed at midnight and run into the kitchen to tell people about what I had just seen! I felt I had just witnessed a great truth. This artist, in the face of praise, can only feel a strange sense of remorse; an understanding of ones own limitations mixed with the true beauty of human potential.

Merce Cunningham on dance

Tuesday, August 16th, 2005


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Merce Cunninham on Dancing
You must love the daily work.

Merce Cunningham on Dancing:

You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that fleeting moment when you feel alive. It is not for unsteady souls.

I was looking out the window one morning and there were several children out there. They were skipping and running about playing like, little kids, and I suddenly realised they were dancing, you could call it dancing, and yet it wasn’t dancing; I thought it was marvellous. There was no music.

Joy, love, fear, anger humour, all can be “made clear” by images familiar to our eyes. And all are grand or meagre depending on the eye of the beholder. What to some is splendid entertainment to others is merely tedium and fidgets; what to some seems barren, to others is the very essence of heroic. And the art is not the better of the worse.

Clarity is the lowest form of poetry, and language. Like all else in our lives is always changing. Our emotions are constantly being propelled by some new face in the sky, some new rocket to the moon, some new sound to the ear, but they are the same emotions.

In Isolation

Friday, June 17th, 2005

From tribe.net blog, June 17th 2005

In Isolation
This summer I am filming a contact juggling DVD with “Jago / Full Moon Performers“, a company I work with a lot. Its a big project, bringing together jugglers from all over Europe, and I feel quite lucky to be included.

:)

Other than that.. same as normal, really. I’m living in London, training and performing full time with this experimental little movement/object thing I do… I hang out with other artists and musicians, live in a beautiful circus studio and exist entirely outside of the normal world.

Its quite lovely… you should stop by for a cup of tea sometime.