Thursday, 24 October 2013

Bejart Ballet Lausanne


Original photo on the program by Doron Chmiel

A couple of weeks ago on October the 5th, I had the pleasure of attending Bejart's Ballet in Zürich.
The company is named after the late artist's surname -pseudonym: Béjart (being his real name Maurice Berger) a dancer and choreographer himself.

During his days he caused controversy amongst some who thought his theatre performances to be too sensationalist and majestic. He would even have dancers speak during the performance.
Regardless of these unusual practices, Béjart was sought after by some of the greatest like Paolo Bertoluzzi and Nureyèv.

He passed away in 2007 in Lausanne, Switzerland, where the company is currently located and carries on with his artistic legacy.

The performance was structured in 3 parts or independent choreographic works:

1. Ce sue l'amour me dit
Coreographie: Maurice Béjart
Music: Gustav Mahler

2. Syncope 
Choreographie: Gil Roman 
Music: Citypercussion

3. Boléro
Choreography: Maurice Béjart
Music: Maurice Ravel

Syncope
was particularly enjoyable. The idea was fresh and creatively daring.
Gil Roman's work is superb, both choreographically and as lead dancer.

The dècor is minimalistic; a sofa and a lamp.
Moreover, the lamp is actually embodied by the female dancer whose head turns on and off injecting a spark of humorous wit.
Then we see the man (Gil Roman) sitting on the sofa right below her with an alienated expression.

The visual setting and costumes reminded me of Jacques Tati's "Play Time".

Gil wears ordinary lose clothes, his hair is disheveled and in tune with the rest of himself.
We see him being pushed around the stage by the lady-lamp with the same familiarity with which a mother pushes a pram.

The moment comes when he gets off the sofa in bouts of manic expression and starts dancing to the minimalist syncope and stroboscope.

Towards the end of the performance other dancers come on stage, adding to, and enhancing Gil's admirable performance. He moves and hops with the ease of a hare.
Music and movement match in a series of improbable, yet astounding impulses!


The sort of paper memorabilia I love to see stacking up..



Monday, 7 October 2013

A premonition, perhaps?...


Cuba. Che Guevara. 1963
Renè Burri
(Magnum Photos Archive)


Last Saturday Zürich awoke to a misty, rainy day. I took a stroll around the city with my camera and an attentive eye for the imprint of water in all things.
Crossing one of the streets in the heart of the financial district, I noticed a folded note, wet and thinned by the rain. I picked it, unfolded it, and found "El Che"! Luckily his skin hadn't completely wrinkled.
I put the note between the pages of my journal and pressed it under my arm. The event was somewhat surreal.

Just a day after this happening, I attended the marvellous exhibition of Swiss Photographer Renè Burri at Zürich's Gestaltung Museum. Burri's extraordinary work covers six decades in recent history, where he crosses paths with some of the 20th century's iconic figures: Picasso, Giacometti, Le Corbusier, El Che.
Renè Burri applied his visual language to photo journalism which is never devoid of the artist in him.
The above photo essay gave birth to one of the most memorable and compelling images of Ernesto 'El Che Guevara'.
For my part, I can say that I'm content with this silent, yet powerful, visual-victory!

A link to Gestaltung Museum

http://www.museum-gestaltung.ch/



Friday, 4 October 2013

Braquia Part I

This work is the first part of an installation that takes place in two continents at two different times. Namely, Australia and Europe and in that order. 
It was born on the preceding days to another birthday in which I sought to be mindful of the key moments, even brief lapses of time in every single day that were meaningful to my life and represent it with a bird. 
It was paramount for this project to resist the impulse of perfecting anything. Each one of the 31 birds is 'perfect' in their own right and difference was welcome as a natural element of life's own unpredictability.
By the end of the month, thirty one birds had been born out of inspiration. Now the second part is on its way.