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February 25, 2008

FORCE MAJEURE: Andrea Maurer, "State of Mine"

Essay by Ryan Tracy
Photos by Chris Woltmann

Andrea Maurer created "State Of Mine" as part of Chez Bushwick's "FORCE MAJEURE" program, which is designed to foster international dialogue in dance and performance by offering residencies to artists from around the world.  These residencies, which will be fulfilled from September 2007 through June 2008, culminate in free public presentations of work created by the artists-in-residence.  Andrea Maurer's performance was presented on Saturday, December 15 at Chez Bushwick, in Brooklyn.

Our sense of place is governed by orientation, and alignment is a key factor in grounding that sense. Viennese choreographer Andrea Maurer, along with her collaborator, Thomas Brandstaetter, explore work that, for all its surface simplicity, manages to warp space and perspective through a basic re-orientation of alignment; that is, with a roll of paper, a chair, a table, some pencils and sheets of writing paper (and a little tape), they created worlds within worlds in an area no bigger than the average New York bedroom.

The entire evening was very informal, which held with the work-in-progress nature of "FORCE MAJEURE." Andrea, wearing a black knit cap, red hoodie and navy blue pants, sat and chatted with Thomas as the guests-some of them first-time visitors--cautiously made their way into the studio. When it appeared that all who were going to arrive had arrived, Andrea stood and welcomed us, then announced, in her sweetly unassuming voice, that this was a "Lecture Performance" and that soon she would tell us her "theory." Then, after pointing out a card table that she had decided to use for its particular ability to stand upright on only three of its legs, she announced, "When I sit on the chair, the piece starts," which, as soon as she had done so, it did.

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The performance area was spare: A wide roll of gray paper created a backing against one wall of the studio. The paper draped down and rolled out to cover a space on the floor. Additional pieces of white paper were cut and placed on the wall, forging layered, linear segments that ran horizontal and vertical, with an additional smaller sheet positioned just off of center and flush with the floor. The affect was geometric; the perpendicularity (floor to wall/horizontal to vertical) evoked the fundamental bearings of three-dimensional alignment (up/down, left/right, forward/back).

Maurer took her place in the chair and initiated a series of "test" activities. She pushed the balls of her feet into the ground, forcing the chair to lift back on a hinge. The slight angle, with the chair tilted back, already created a vector, implying a widening division of space where none had been. She held her arms out to the side to check balance. She stretched her arms in front of her, attempting to touch the card table that was just out of reach. She then stood up to rearrange the table and chair in alignment with the wall. With a roll of tape, she fastened a few sheets of writing paper and some pencils to the tabletop.

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The first of several short videos was projected against the wall above her. Stop motion photography showed a representation of Maurer, in the same outfit, circumnavigating the four sides of a white room, her body skipping forward with each frame, seeming to defy gravity. You then realize that she is being filmed from above, and that what appeared to be the floor, ceiling, and two side walls of a white room, are really a white floor that Maurer is lying on.

After this, Maurer stood, as if giving a lecture, and announced her "theory:

"A: Is. R: Edge. M: Mine. D: State of mine. E: If. N is not D."

She also repeated certain words. Of course, this is all a syntactic play on associations. The letters that she announces are all found in her name, and the words she associates with each letter create new relationships, much like the leaning back of the chair, that seem to force wedges between our conventional linguistic associations. Your mind is challenged to reorganize around the new syntax, or, to reorient.

Again, Maurer rearranged the space, picking up the table-with the paper and pencils still clinging to its surface-and attempting to hook its legs over some invisible fishing line that was attached to the ceiling. But, after several tries, Maurer gave up, and instead, simply leaned the table at a twisted angle to the wall. After doing so, she began to describe a space. "The box has five meeting edges," she continued, speaking and gesturing with her hands, to invent a purely abstract space that our minds jump to imagine: mental space.

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After this, she squatted against the small sheet of paper, tucking her feet behind the roll, and let her arms stick to the wall above her. Another video played, this time in three columns, showing Maurer's body bouncing up and down in canon.

In a final section, she pushed the roll of paper away from the wall. There were outlines in pen of a body all along the paper. Maurer lay over them, took out a pen, and began to trace her body in various positions, leaving more contradictory accounts of her physical shape. When she had done this, she rolled onto her side and used her muscular memory to make her body rigid, as if she were standing. Then again, she molded her shape to appear as if she were sitting in a chair.

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This culminating image - an upright chair, a tilted table against the wall, Maurer on her side - summarized the skill with which Maurer and Brandstaetter defamiliarize situations, to question orientation and perception. Through simple juxtapositions of alignment, suddenly three or four spatial realities coexisted in the space. And one realizes the freedom to see from a new perspective-for example, suddenly imagining that a body is, in fact, stuck to the side of the earth; not standing on top of it-and that one can play more active roles in determining that orientation, to see more than ever imagined, even in a little studio in Brooklyn.

In a final video, the photographic image of Maurer's nimbly moving body dissolves into black lines, like the pen drawings on the roll of paper. Eventually, it curls up, and mischievously finds its way out of a hole in the paper.

With such modest means, Maurer and Brandstaetter were able to present complex experiences.

It should also be noted that installments of "FORCE MAJEURE" have been distinctly intimate affairs, not attracting the vivacious crowds that previous programs of Chez Bushwick such as SHTUDIO SHOW and AMBUSH both inspired. These single-artist showcases draw more modest groups of viewers to experience an up-close encounter with in-progress work that has been fashioned by the artist during their residency. The audience Saturday night was by far the most intimate; maybe only eight or ten of us seated along one side of the studio. And this informal closeness forced its own kind of re-orientation. Vastness can arrive through spare means, and moments of great occasion can arrive when few are looking. A small crowd does not necessarily preclude the quality of a work. And Chez Bushwick, even in modest terms, continues to carve out new ground in the world of live performance.

 

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February 11, 2008

FORCE MAJEURE: Lise Vachon, "Bliss"

Essay by Ryan Tracy
Photos by Chris Woltmann

Lise Vachon created "Bliss" in conjunction with Chez Bushwick's "FORCE MAJEURE" program, which is designed to foster international dialogue in dance and performance by offering residencies to artists from around the world.  These residencies, which will be fulfilled from September 2007 through May 2008, culminate in free public presentations of the work created by the artists-in-residence.  Lise Vachon's performance was presented on Saturday, November 3 at Chez Bushwick in Brookyn. The production is co-produced by Compagnie Michèle Noiret/Brussels and Chez Bushwick.

You hear footsteps swishing across the floor. Lithe, hurried swipes, then nothing.  Then they start up again. The dense darkness before you is the smallish studio space of Chez Bushwick. You believe the moving person must be choreographer Lise Vachon, but you can't tell for lack of light. Then you hear a woman's voice speak.

This is "Bliss," Ms. Vachon's work in progress presented as part of Chez Bushwick's artist-in-residence program, FORCE MAJEURE.  This, the second of nine residencies, brought Ms. Vachon and her collaborators from Brussels to Brooklyn for four weeks; just enough time to figure out your surroundings, find your materials, and present work.

To say "Bliss" is about light isn't entirely accurate. The work is more about controlling light-designed and directed by Arnaud Gerniers and Benjamin van Thiel-and allowing our reliance on illumination, and the crisis that occurs when light is in limited supply, to shape our experience.  For when you first hear the swishing sounds through the darkness, even without sight of eye, you glean certain information just from listening. You can tell there is, mostly likely, a person making that sound; a biped.  You can also guess the general weight and size of the body.  You can also determine from where in the room the sound is coming.  So when the sounds move from left to right, you can follow them, and your mind triangulates the position and gives you a three-dimensional awareness of space.

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Eventually, and so subtly that the shift is imperceptible, you realize you can see something. What, you're not sure.  White.  A shape.  Is it moving?  Or is that just a trick of the eye?  For indeed, it is Ms. Vachon. She appears as a specter, a cloud of white that reverberates through the meticulously controlled din. Now you start to ply your two senses together, sight and sound, in order to build recognition in your mind. You recall her voice.  The event teases your brain.

Gradually-so gradually-you can see more and more.  Suddenly you recognize a branch of arms, like an apparition. Yes, you recognize a body, and you recognize that it is a woman's. It is difficult to tell exactly what signs are giving you this information, because the controlled light retards the speed with which we normally receive this kind of information; the process of recognition is prolonged, sometimes to frustration.  It elicits a very primal fear of not being able to figure something out; all the more threatening if the thing you're trying to figure out is a moving body in front of you.

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Music, by Stevie Wishart, is added through this tensile gradation. Faint tones emerge through the easing darkness.  Minor intervals, dark themselves, color the event in a new way, adding yet more dimension to the performance.  Through the meditative music, you see the pale body move into a crouched position. It looks like a shivering cocoon.

Soon the lights have risen to a dimness that allows you finally to perceive the space. A single roll of gray paper runs from the front of the stage to the back, then climbs up the wall continuously (the material explains the scraping quality of the footwork).  Ms. Vachon is in a short, pale dress, designed by Patricia Eggerickx and fashioned from sophisticatedly patched swatches of flesh and gray tones.  From one angle, you see the dress define her torso.  In the instant she turns the other way, she appears to be nude. Again, your mind struggles to find an answer.

Music by Ligeti develops into the score. The methodical atonality begins to fracture the space, breaking up the unified somberness of Mr. Wishart's electronic score.  Now Ms. Vachon's movement becomes more swift.  Her body finds an array of asymmetrical poses. Her hips and shoulders are almost always at odds, or at least at odd angles.  There is briskness to her movement; a sprite-ish delicacy that makes her appear as if she barely rests on the ground.

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Other shifts in light emerge and recede.  A trapezoid of light creates a stage within the stage.  Then she is lit from behind, another technique that masks the surface of things; for a moment, her shadow fuses with the form of her body, creating an eerie, corpuscular entity.

As the Ligeti score recedes, electronic music returns, and gently, side lights rise and breathe a rich, orange glow across the studio.  Ms. Vachon stands in the middle of them, as if she has projected herself at night onto the landing strip of an airport. It is an arrival.  But only for a moment, as the side lights, like every other element here, are transitory.  They fade.

As the work finds its end, the curve at the base of the paper wall is illuminated gently to make it look like a subtly graded cylinder, wan and ephemeral; decaying.  Ms. Vachon vanishes into the impossible vastness of the little studio. We have returned to darkness and silence without, somehow, ever feeling that we know for certain what we have seen or heard.

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