After a whirwind of two days, drenching ourselves with the artistic energy of New York City, Lisa Naugle returned to California on March 10, as the virus that Fauci claimed
was "not a threat" appeared to spiral out of control. All business and activity in
New York City came to a halt, and within days a lockdown was in effect. All that artistic energy vanished as though it never was.
From the confines of my apartment I would venture out every 10 to 12 days to buy supplies from the market.
At
first, I thought this was a wonderful time to get work done, and for a
while I was able to convince myself that this was not much different
from my life as a loner. But I was discovering that I had so many
friends that I could see, have dinner or brunch with, or go to a
coffee house to write in the presence of very creative people who were
using places like Reggio's as a haven for creative work and stimulating discussions...or pop into the Morgan Library, the Whitney, The Russian Tea Room, or see a show or opera almost spontaneously when I needed a boost to my perspective on life.
That
creative milieu was removed overnight, and it appeared that no one had calculated the consequences of such an unprecedented, catastrophic compromise.
I began to understand that I
was in a state of shock, withdrawal, and depression. The day lost its shape, and I
lost all sense of day and night. I could not sleep. All sense of a sleep
cycle was lost. I was becoming more and more depressed because all this
luxury of time on my hands was not being converted into any productive
activity. I was starting to lose it...
I was in LOCKDOWN... I was in
SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, UNDER HOUSE ARREST, with all these talking heads on television who
seemed to bicker back and forth on nothing of consequence whatsoever,
except to remind us of what we could NOT do... that we were being
watched... KEEP YOUR DISTANCE... WEAR YOUR FACEMASK! STAY INSIDE!... THEY seemed to be making "lists of whose naughty and nice"
... but it wasn't Santa... it was Governors and Mayors and bureaucrats who believed they
had the power to make laws and conduct invasive surveillance without
our consent... and then there emerged a sense of despair of media in collusion with
so-called government... so that it seemed there was no end in sight... there appeared to be some perverted delight that lockdown was essential and must continue for "because it's good for you."
April
tumbled end-over-end, out of control... my lack of sleep had filled my
brain with the fog of despair. Easter loomed and passed as a non-event.
Early spring days were filled with sunlight, with passing storms and
sometimes very strong winds, even a tornado warning for NYC.
As
May approached, my lack of sleep had become alarming. I was a victim of
LOCKDOWN. And I knew I was not alone. Every email and message
proclaimed everything was OK... and so did I also put on an air of
survival mode mentality. But we all knew and know that everything was
not well. The globe has entered an unprecedented era, far worse than the
GREAT DEPRESSION...Worse because it has been a government-imposed
shutdown based on faulty data and flawed projections.
Night
and day merged without distinctive boundaries. With all this personal
freedom of time on my hands, nothing was being accomplished. The end of
April fizzled into May and I experienced PANDEMIC PANIC--- the LOCKDOWN
has become an insurmountable hurdle... all imposed from within through
the destructive energy of isolation.
I had nowhere to go. "Don't bother us unless you have COV-19--- we can't be distracted unless you are essential... " You see, some some of us are essential, but the rest are not, so those lives don't really matter. "Since you're not essential, don't bother us until we say it's okay to come out."
I realized that I had begun to see myself as a victim, and there appeared to be no way out. I needed to find THE WAY.... and I thought of Neil Diamond's song THE WAY... and his plaintiff face out: "I need to find...I need to find...I need to find..."
FADE OUT
Who is Phaedrus? He explores interior frontiers where we meet to discover possibilities of ourselves... He is in the shadows, in the sounds, in the strains of music filtering through, in the past and somewhere in a distant time to be...
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
PRE-PANDEMIA: RESEARCH AS LIVED EXPERIENCE
Lisa called to ask if I was uncomfortable with her coming since there were these rumors of a serious outbreak of a new virus. Yet, Dr. Anthony Fauci of the CDC had recently commented it was not something to be too concerned about---"not a major threat"--- and Nancy Pelosi was encouraging everyone to go to China Town. I remember several viruses from the past, including the Pandemic of 1968 which peaked in 1969 during the Woodstock Festival, so I was not worried that things were so serious that Lisa should change her plans to visit.
On the day she was scheduled to arrive, March 9th, the NYU School of Psychology was hosting Ted Coons' 90 Year Festschrift and I was scheduled to present. As I entered NYU's King Juan Carlos Center, the venue that was hosting Dr. Coons' Festschrift, I detected an air of concern among those who had traveled to be present to honor this great scholar, researcher, and educator. Participants declined to shake hands and bumped elbows instead, although Ted, unfazed, continue to shake hands and hug former students and colleagues.
| West Side Story (Spring 2020) Projection Amplifies Dramatic Tension |
| IMPACT Production: Image Echoes stretch sense of space |
Were Wagner alive today, he would undoubtedly be a film director in order to exert strict control over every artistic element.
| ROTATION, multimedia opera |
IMPACT (Interactive Multimedia Performing Arts Collaborative Technology) was a summer workshop at NYU from 2007-2017 that along with collaborators Tom Beyer, Youngmi Ha, Chianan Yen, and Deborah Damast, I founded to initiate college level students to the emerging technologies that were revolutionizing the arts in ways that underscored collaboration, spontaneity and immediacy. Indeed, I often referred to this new sensibility as the theatre of immediacy. We utilized the concept of Arts Collectives from the 60s-70s to congregate students into collective groups utilizing different disciplines and backgrounds to collaborate by bringing together their unique talents and skills to create and share new work.
Dr. Lisa Naugle became a part of IMPACT as the Director of Dance and Movement not long after the workshop came into being. I had the honor of chairing her dissertation research committee at NYU, and we had begun collaborative projects with other colleagues as early as 1995, when we were using dial-up modems to connect with the Internet.
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| Tom Beyer, Media and Technical Collaborator |
| Projection of different angles enhance presence |
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| IF TIME REMEMBERS, prepared video with live projections |
As artists, we were internalizing and processing our experience: we were the embodiment of our research. Thus each successive year and collaboration built upon the previous experiments and provided the means to leap forward by continually adding to and evolving the previous concepts and techniques into new experiments. Every season of IMPACT was a new experiment,
| ROTATION, multimedia opera multiple screens |
We experimented with the simultaneous running of two independent videos while incorporating live projections of performances, multiple screens, enhanced directional sound, connecting independent spaces in simultaneous distance performances.
During these years, we introduced so many young students from around the world, that we discovered (during our debriefing of their experiences on the final day) that perhaps the most important outcome for the participants in this collaborative process was they had sustained a transformative life-changing experience.
Our creative research as lived experience project of March 7-9 concluded with attending the preview of a stunning new production of Sondheim's classic, COMPANY, that starred Patti Lupone, who brought down the house with "Here's to the Ladies Who Lunch." The production reversed the genders of the original production so that the major premise was of a woman in her 30s who couldn't commit to marriage. I found this production more exciting and inspiring than the original 1970 production. This new production never happened. Shortly after Lisa returned to California on March 10th, Broadway went dark and the COV-19 PANDEMIC pummeled New York City into a lockdown.
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