When in Rome, get naked.
The wifi signal fortunately stretches to the back garden here, and so, with a sudden burst of sun, I can simultaneously get vitamin D and prattle on about the usual non sequiturs that seem to have become regular clientele in my life this past month or so...
The group I've been assigned to is fucking amazing. In fact the entire batch of international artists an' peeps here are as such... a lot of strong personalities, ideas, points of view; and it's wonderful to mix us all up in a communal living arrangement. Thus far? We've all done a heap of bonding, trying to figure out which-exact planet it is that we've all landed on; now it's the next two weeks to blast out our smaller group projects.
My particular clutch features an opera singer and two installation/video artists... the dynamic is electric! It's been a busy afternoon hatching the actual physical plan for our construction: basically building an installation that incorporates live video feeds on top of performance-- a little hairy from the onset, but there are four of us working, vs the one-man shows I'd been doing in Leipzig. Shit should happen, otherwise? Heh heh... who knows! All I know for sure is that this is a passage of give and take; see where artists will be able to bend with their ideas and egoes. It's interesting in that Cesta (the headquarters here) is SO inviting, warmly welcoming its artists under an umbrella of enthusiasm and high hopes. The funny human dynamic enters in when you start to come up with an actual GROUP participatory project: learning to listen, respond, and welcoming the fact that yr precious concepts, well? Might not be so precious afterall! Rule one: jump on in. Rule two: learn to adapt! Rule three: ignore Rule two! Rule four: forget where you are. Rule
seven: don't forget six and five. The other rules that follow? Hee hee. Did anything really matter to begin with? Mix well and repeat.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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