It’s in the ether…

Anne Bogart, the world-renowned director of SITI company put up a blog post earlier this week reflecting on how the brain interacts with stories–“brain coupling” is the term she refers to.  Lots of people thinking about the brain and art…perhaps this will turn into the new revolution with virtual salons and artists beginning to stand with scientists–all on a journey to raise questions that will guide us into the next epoch.

Here’s the link to Bogart’s blog post:

http://siti.org/content/direct-encounter

6 days and counting

Less than a week until we begin the workshop of The Beholder’s Share.  There is much to do, but all of the disparate parts are beginning to gel.  Tomorrow we dive back into the rehearsal studio to begin really discovering what lies under this text.

We’ve got all of the playwrights scripts from the commissioning of new neurobiology-inspired plays and are posting a schedule later tonight/early tomorrow.

Here’s what else is on the menu for Gumbo.  We’re thrilled to have Beholder’s Share as a part of the mix.

19 new plays responding to current ideas and discoveries in neurobiology.

  • Readings of plays 1 to 30 minutes long by WordBRIDGE playwrights Jami Brandli, George Brant, Will Fancher, Hank Willenbrink, Laurel Haines, Dipika Guha, Cynthia Hardeman, Kevin McFillen, Caroline V. McGraw, Antoinette Nwandu, K. Frithjof Peterson, Erin Phillips, Joseph Ritsch, Sarah Saltwick, Stephanie Swirsky Yasmine Van Wilt, and Deborah Yarchun.
  • Readings performed by WordBRIDGE alumni from around the country including Charles Kartali, James Knight, and Michele Vazquez + virtual Q&A sessions with select playwrights via New Play TV.

Art gallery and musical events to challenge our ideas of art and perception

Served every night, to warm the soul and add spice to the conversation.

All performance are “pass the hat”

But seating is limited to 50 audience members a night, so make your reservations early.

Many events will be streamed online.  See schedule for details.

A full schedule of events will be available after January 25th at www.generouscompany.org

Reservations can be made via www.theatreproject.org

 

The All Seeing Eyes Light Theremin by Darcy Neal

Looks like we’re going to get to play with a light theremin in our attempts to shape multiple senses simultaneously:

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“There are 6 photocell receptors, which have been tuned to 2 different notes, so 3 are tuned to one note and 3 are tuned to another note. The photocells have been tuned to be 2 1/2 steps apart, and was originally tuned to a C and E flat, so the foundation for the sounds heard are slightly in tune and harmonize with each other. The amount of light hitting it determines the pitch/note that you hear, and it can range from being very high pitched to very low pitched. The two potentiometers control the tone and volume.”

Image and text from www.darcyneal.com

Thanks Darcy!

Consciousness – Charlie Rose S2E2

Creativity is more a function of the unconscious; wisdom is more a function of the conscious.

If a character is being assertive, but auditors have been (even subconsciously) exposed to negative terms, they may see the character as a bully and not self-asserting.  Can we embed/project words of a particular tone on each of the tables in the venue and see how they change auditor’s perspectives on each character?

Often occupying the conscious mind with an absorbing task will result in quicker decision-making or problem-solving than focusing on the problem/decision at hand.

Most of our function is unconscious.  Consciousness is the tip of the iceberg.

Once shouldn’t rely solely on the unconscious, though, because that is where prejudices or preconceived notions can negatively impact decision making.

Here’s the link to the full episode:  http://www.charlierose.com/view/interview/12025

Is there a localized brain function for bad poetry?

Why is it
that sometimes
a Salvador Dali painting
seems more real
than my own life?
Exaggerations
stitched together
into a
Frankenstein
of memory
and imagination.
I look at photographs
from my past
and they look different to me.
I don’t remember
as much as the camera does.
Or is it that the camera
doesn’t have the memories I do.
Look around and
Rarely see the present,
much more often
see the past layered on the now.
And the future?
The world opens up and the future awaits
just one step from right now.
But is it always there?
Does the mind know what is to come?
Does my mind already know you?
Even though we’ve never met.
A close-up of the brain
An electric forest
Pulsing with every motion
Movement
Do the same possibilities exist inside
as those that surround us?
Are there quantum realities
Inside this addled dome?
When I am quiet
Very quiet
It seems as if I have other lives
Continuing around me.
Two roads diverged…
I took them both
Reality separated from reality
by opaque cellophane.
But if the quantum is inside
Then 151,600 universes die every day
And  360,000 new ones are birthed.
The idea that infinity
is both very small
and very large
was a big step in understanding
the world in which I live.
Times when my soul,
my insides,
my guts,
know that there’s something going on
behind the curtain.
Sometimes it is crushing
Immobilizing
Crippling
Sometimes exhilarating
Elevating
Ecstasy.
Always, though
Inexplicable.
These are the humors that plagued
Everyman.
They plague him still.
When looking at a painting
Stand beside it
Shoulder to the wall
And look across
The peaks and valleys
Of a world filled with passion.
Looking at a painting from the side
Brings me close to the painter
Elated
Despondent
Angry
Carnal
Each one raising
A unique mountain range.
Behold the artist.
Pen digging into paper
Might speak the same language
But no one gives handwritten books
Because writers have horrible
Handwriting.
But seeing a writers hand
Is a window to their soul
Like a painters strokes
Shaping the curvature of the earth.
How will the world end?
Some say global warming.
I say facebook.
Sea squirts
Travel the sea,
Adventuring.
Until they grow up.
Settle down.
Find a place to live.
For the rest of their life.
And devour their brain.
And spine.
But they are not dead
They do not die
They just do not move.
Available for status updates
And invitations
To events they will not attend.
There was this woman
Who was in an accident
And lost her ability to
Know where she was.
She knew she was somewhere
But she just couldn’t place it.
This proved to be awkward on more than one occasion.
What those around her discovered
Was that the person shapes the space,
But the space didn’t shape her person.
Hers was a world of
No landcapes
No context
No place
That seems familiar
Except
In the arms
Of her lover.
When she was there
It did not matter
Where she was.
Idea for projection:
Stars spinning until a few stand still
Until it becomes impossible to tell
Which way you are spinning.