The title of my work was Reverie, Regret; Revisited. I added two words "reverie" and "regret" because I felt the original title "Revisited" was a copout for a more meaningful name. I like the prefix "re" because it applies to the meaning "again" or "backward," which lends itself to support my interest with memory.
Reverie because I'm a dreamer, an American Dreamer. I've mentioned before that I'm a first generation American and how my father has kept me conscious of how there are more opportunities in America. More about my father later when I discuss what I did for Labor day...
Regret because I am often apologetic for things I shouldn't be apologetic for. I think it has to do with the pressure of pleasing others or striving for perfection. Reverie and regret are two things I do often...
As the audience walked up to the carport, the site I chose for my performance at homeLA: Larchmont on August 26, I asked spectators if they could help me build a wall with the cardboard boxes. I then asked if they could remove boxes from the middle of the wall and add it on top, sort of like Jenga. Then I asked them if they could fasten/secure the wall with masking tape. What emerged was a community involved project where they were working together for a common goal.
I have been playing with the idea of blurring the line between conversation and performance. As people immersed themselves in the space, I engaged in conversation. I felt comfortable to leave them when they began working together to build and fasten the wall. I then went into the carport and began interacting with the contact microphones on the cardboard walls/floors. I really enjoy the effect of looping, distorting, and echoing the sounds created by the movement vibrations on the cardboard. The amplification and alteration of these sounds creates a reconstruction of memory and experience. I'm excited to further explore this at the beach house.
A little bit of feedback I got from people was that it was short and I can take my time in moments... I get it; I'm anxious. I think every section in this dance could probably be 15 minutes in length -- there are 3 sections. The entire work was about 20 minutes. I was rushing because I was worried about people losing interest. This is me trying to prevent regretting an experience. I will take my time. I must take my time.
I came across a preying mantis at a boutique a few weeks back. It was on my shoulder, of all places. The woman working there thought it was a pin, and when I looked down, I saw the mantis on my shoulder. How it got there, I have no idea. Somehow, it landed on me. It chose me. I read up on it and when one comes across a preying mantis, it usually is a reminder to slow down and breathe. I needed that. In addition, I was gardening in my front yard last week and I was propagating some succulents, casually, and as I grabbed the plant, a preying mantis emerged onto my hand. Omen. I will take my time. Breathe.