|Ralf taking a break during the installation of works|
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Ralf Haertel was the co-curator, along with Rob Duffield, of the recent Shadows program at the Marion Bay Falls Festival. Aside from this Ralf also installed works that reflected both the surrounding environment and celebrated 10 years of the festival. Listen to what he has to say and check out more about the Shadows group at the Shadows blog...
Vicki West's words made from dodda vine hover above the thousands of people whose focus is the main stage of the Marion Bay Falls Festival. This is art that embraces it's location and, if you are open to it, introduces interesting discussion and insight. The punters may not understand the meaning of the words lome merker (deep water) leaturi (wave) gunta (earth) and karnelare (echo), but this work can be appreciated as it is suspended against the backdrop of the hills, bush and coastline. There is a lovely layering and irony about these Aboriginal words hanging so comfortably above the land that was once inhabited by another and is now covered in a swarm of music lovers.
|Vicki West's Water Waves Earth Echoes|
|Ralf Haertel's very tactile &|
Unlike the safety of a white walled gallery, the paddocks, waterways and trees of the Marion Bay property that accommodates the Falls Festival does not have the usual cues that guide the audience. Aboriginal artist, Vicki West is one of 12 environmental artists who produced artwork that sat in and around the 15 000 festival goers. Such festivals were once purely music, but in the last 5-10 years they have incorporated an arts program with performance, visual arts and installations.
The challenges in developing art that can be included in such events must be huge. The OH & S issues alone could stimey most, but then there is the added acknowledgement that the majority of individuals attending these events are tanked on alcohol and drugs. This represents a huge issue for artists wishing to engage with individuals within the crowd without encouraging the destruction of artworks. How do they do it and what is the intention? And how does environmental art fit into this context? It's one thing to develop an artwork that is bright, shiny and engaging, but does message laden and conscience driven art have a place at such events.
By Thomas Connelly
The crowd gathered and chatted, looked at mobile phones, took photos and texted envious friends. Some sat on recently installed bleacher seats, some on giant hot pink bean bags, some stood in the centre of the hall surrounded on both sides. The rising din echoed off the hard walls and was at the same time muffled by the soft humid crowd. Phones flashing, children laughing. Out the open door the blue blue of the river. Warehouses along the waterfront and the low foothills retreating to infinity. And then the hushing anticipation as the musician took the stage and nodded here and there with their instruments warming up and calming nerves.
|The Arrival on stage (www.benw.info)|
We were gathering to see a performance of Ben Walsh's Orkestra of the Underground scores Shaun Tan's The Arrival.
The lights fall and rise, eyes appear and fade away, rapid changes and snatches of folk music and other snippets of sound and sense swirl and build to a frenzy of faces and drums and horns and a take your breath away in a galloping pace. The music flows, images fade and now we see fearful children under covers. A clatter of drums, the wail of horns. Mystery and Menace. After the rapids, a slow cool eddy.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
If I had the power of Orpheus, O Father, to bewitch the rocks to dance with me by my song...
Iphigenia in Aulis 1212 - Euripides
After seeing some MONA FOMA performances at the Princess Wharf I waddled my self over to the Peacock Theatre to see a chamber opera 'starchild' by Tasmanian composer Dylan Sheridan. Even though I knew next to nothing of the composer or of the piece I had high hopes for this work. In many ways it is best to know very little about the artist. Like the rest of us, artists are selfish little jerks in the main, and to know too much about them only opens a series of doors into rooms of doubt, fear and envy. I am glad to say that I was not disappointed.
The Peacock Theatre was a very different venue from the Princess Wharf. The Peacock Theatre is small, Princess Wharf is huge. The Peacock is intimate, the Wharf is one of those spaces that makes one think of old 1950's tropes of the post Atomic Age, the lonely battlefield and the individual lost in the crowd. Coming into the cosy space from the late afternoon angle of natural street sunlight, it took a few moments for my vision to settle into the gloom of the theatre. As I adjusted to the dim artificial light the stage and the many details came into view. This was a small simple piece, with only four musicians plus some electronics controlled by the composer. One singer and a child who sings a song at the end of the opera.
I was interested to see how this could be done. The conceptual idea of the opera is in the idea of the 'far-off song' carried on the wind. The endless song of crying far off, unable to be touched or to even be heard properly. Is there a better way to think about this? Is there a better way to discuss the ephemeral and the ineffable, than by using the structure of the dream?
Three loud claps, a drum beat, a woman's scream. And here recalling Finnegans Wake we fall; not however into shame and disgrace, but into a dream.
As in a certain class of dreams the scene was sparse, alien, with few objects and interactions. The small space of the theatre was used to maximum effect. The musicians were integrated into the set design. Obvious when one looked, but with a turned head the musicians seemed to fade away to became Satie's famous furniture, or like the Silence in recent episodes of Doctor Who.
Opera is in many ways the greatest of all art forms, in that it uses all other art forms. Music, dance, gesture, speech, painting and more. This is not to attempt to rank types of art, but merely to point out the unifying aspect of opera. In this production the scenery was sparse, but effective in all ways. A small table, a floor of artificial grass, the netted and muted coverts for the musicians to play. All of this slotted together and supported the dream state nature of the work. With a small, empty arena for performing the action, it is important for the lighting to 'do more work.' In this case the lighting was able to texture the simplicity of the set design, revealing and concealing in turn, imparting a dream quality to the commonplace. A thin aerosol filled the stage so the lights could fall like solid cubist rays of pure fiery light onto the beautiful dancing place. This misty, obscuring light did much to reveal the mental state of the singer and to add solidity to the nebulous world of the interpretation of a dream.
Like a dream emotions moved quickly, from lighthearted confusion to moments of terror and panic. Internal questions unknowable spilled across the dream story. External stimuli imposed themselves on and were incorporated into the dream nature, be it the whistling wind in the background, the abrupt alarm clock, a far off laughing transforming into crying and back again into laughter, the branches tap tap tapping on the window.
And the 'heroine' sang of her and our confusion, like Gaugain. Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? Soprano Allison Farrow used her voice to tell the story to move along from one scene to the next. Her voice became another instrument, an extra layering onto the simple yet complex music created.
After a day of listening to male bands and male artists it was a much needed break to hear a woman's voice being brought to the fore.
This was a lovely little piece and one I would happily recommend. I can understand some not enjoying the work, but to my mind it was a success. This simple short chamber opera was enjoyed so much that the audience seemed surprised and a little disappointed when it somewhat abruptly - ended. But this seems a good thing, surely it is much better to leave the audience wanting more rather than saying you have gone on too long.
Don't know if I should feel vindicated in my view of this opera, or should I think I am completely wrong? Seems the Mercury and I are on the same page, as it were.