Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Jerome lead a vocal exercise on the morning of November 23, the last lab day at Bundanon, which began with a vocal warm up and then contrapuntal exercises that reminded me a lot of improv exercises but using the voice instead of the body. At a certain point, they were asked to choose one sound and were arranged in a circle. Jerome proceeded to conduct the choreographers: when he pointed at each one, they had to make that sound they chose, stopping only when Jerome pointed at someone else.
Cat decided she wanted to do the conducting also, integrating dynamics and piling on the textures. This is a video of her orchestral experiment:
Jerome then asked everyone to try out movement with their sound of choice, or whatever sound they fancied, just to get a feel for how the sound they make shares their physical impetus. That is captured here. And no that sound is not an angry wombat, it’s just Vicki.
Soon, Jerome started to play electronic dance music, urging everyone to keep experimenting with movement and sound, and adding other sounds if they wished. As the others took their time warming up to the idea, you could see Simon and Rhiannon start to really get into it. What I found interesting was how they didn’t easily take to the “dance music.” They would also regularly forget to use sound with their movements as you might notice:
Disco time. With some violent animal possession care of Vicki Van Hout.
And, that’s all she wrote. Thanks, kids, I had a marvelous time. xoxo – Joelle
This is officially my last post here in Bundanon. I believe I’ll still be blogging over the weekend as I have a list of blog entries on activities here that I haven’t posted up yet. But tonight was my last dinner here and this is my last entry, and when I shut down here I’ll be bringing this laptop (and all remaining personal belongings) to take the last wombat spotting trip with Helen and Doris on the way to Wisteria cottage, where we will sleep for one last time. Well, for this lab.
In the kitchen, Margie is supervising the emptying of the kitchen and Rhiannon is scrounging around the cupboards. “Too late for tea?” she asks, smiling.
Fu Kuen is moving around, asking people to “Finish the wines. Finish the nuts.” It is now a nice polite exchange between him and Margie to finish the wine: “Can lah.” “No can.” “Can not must can, lah.”
The day started out with music exercises headed by Jerome and attempting to use those exercises to create movement. I took a bunch of videos and will post them soon. It was also a day of file swapping, and sharing and just trying to get out of the cold. I’m pretty sure I will miss Bundanon. I don’t feel it yet, but hey look at the urgency to finish this blog entry.
See you all again when I get internet access.
My work area in Margie’s living room in Bundanon. I sit on the couch while Fu Kuen sits on the polka dot chair. I miss it already.
This is a song I wrote about Bundanon and it was inspired by the activities and experiments we explored here in the past week or so. Some of the things we got up were extremely of their moment (LOL) and to explain them too much I think would b unkind to the bubble-like magic that buoyed us along. This was recorded in one of the artist’s studio spaces. Enjoy!
Bundanon Song (Connection)
Footsteps whisper along the trail
Fingers pulling on threads of red
Dance across the green
To the river to fall
Tiny symbols on the ground
Turn to face the lens
Of so many eyes
Looking for a sign
When we are gone from Bundanon
With some kind of phenomenon
Tracing our practices
In intersecting lines
Bodies melting into the ice
Build a bower from the colour of
Blue summer skies
Crystalising in a memory
Brace yourself against the architecture
Of the land
Put a white face on
And stare down your history
Here come the traffic
Here come the bull
Here come the plastic
Sense of what’s true
Here come the questions
Written in sand
Here come the drumming
Fingers of a man
Here come the wombat
Here come the poo
And light from a projector
Turning into you
And here come a song
Walking with torches to the sound
Of a language we don’t understand
Now that we’re bound
Across space and time
And spirit lines
Someday we’ll dream of Bundanon
Of Arthur and Yvonne
Painting the landscape
This morning, after a warm up care of Rhiannon, the participants file into the visual arts studio for Ly Ly’s traffic experiment. Interestingly, it is raining outside, as if the sky said, “Oh, you’ll be indoors today, I can do my laundry.”