The pre-wash cycle: Thoughts...

Gwyn Henry & Yulia White
Still from MAE video: It's (Not) in the Bag

Currently mulling over the idea of a gallery installation piece.

Concept

Showing a single film in several versions which are projected simultaneously on the walls of one room and/or on large, flowing hanging fabric, set to movement themselves by fans. Each film version would have different editing, music, color adjustments, different perspectives of the same shot--long shots, close ups, etc-- lighting, special effects. etc. A moving version of Andy Warhol's concept in his silk screen dyptich of the Marilyn Monroe photograph.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_Diptych

Another Concept:

An installation entitled, "Wall Works", showing our four most recent improvisations which were filmed in silhouette against a plain white wall. Each film would be projected onto walls of the room, and shown simultaneously. The viewer would use headphones at each wall/film to hear the music, as opposed to the sound being projected into the room simultaneously, which might be a bit cacaphonous.(A good thing or a bad thing?)

Perhaps offer an opening program with either of these ideas, which would feature improvisational live musicians, inviting the audience to free-dance/improvise movement inspired by the music.

Film this, add it to the exhibit afterwards. This concept perhaps influenced by an original punk tenet: anyone can be a rock star.

Anyone can and should dance. 

(Serve wine beforehand)

Blue Latitudes: A Poet Responds...

WATCHING BLUE LATITUDES
in response to a film

by Delaina Thomas

View Blue Latitudes, click here

it glides us into the whitewater
of inward streams lured toward open seas

the ebb and flows of filmy waves
limpid swirls flowing into taut hesitations
water-like or skin-like the fabric
of what separates us from ourselves
and our subtle bodies
or from those of other beings

there is a reaching toward someone's hands

or a turning in one's sleep
is the body moved by the wave
or the wave a movement of the body

a dancer forms ripples like a breeze of intent
over the body of another

finding herself alone, another dancer
skids her fingertips under the chiffon
like riffs
small peaks rising and collapsing
a range of fading thoughts
dancer bodies encased in deep blue
gesture what we have forgotten
in the dream when we so
abruptly woke
their hair waving as black
under the membrane of a whitening pulse
are they solid forms or seed impulses
not motionless for long

they are determined by light and shadow
they are defined by rhythms of waves
that change, enfold, escape, embrace

                                  --Delaina Thomas

Delaina Thomas is a poet who lives on Maui with her husband and children. Her work has appeared in such publications as Hudson Review, Ironwood and various literary journals in Hawai'i. She wrote this poem after viewing the short, experimental video of an improvisation by MAE, the movement artists ensemble, which was sent to her by her cousin, one of the MAE dancers.