AcciónMAD + Abierto de Acción

Noviembre 2013  EMOCIONES LIMITADAS (Live Art)

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HYAKKI YAKOU - A Night Walk of A Hundred Demons

  In collaboration with Yumino Seki, Butoh dance. Coastal Currents Arts Festival, Hastings, UK

 HYAKKI YAKOU is a site-specific Butoh dance performance inspired by the Durbar Hall at Hastings Museum & Art Gallery UK. Performed on 26, 28 29th September 2013.

Conceived and performed by Yumino Seki, Aisa Boaa and Mai Nguyen Tri

Lighting Jim Roseveare, Soundscape Nick Weekes and Costume Anoushka Athique.

Hyakki Yakou literally translates to a night walk of a hundred demons. In 17century Japan objects were believed to be given lives after nearly serving 100 years and the demons were the spirits of deserted objects.

The piece incorporated choreography, light, sound, costume and guided viewing within the architecture. They were equally valued to stimulate a viewer’s multidimensional experience. Throughout the piece the choreography drew from stages of the transformation of the object.

HYAKKI YAKOU examined a visual aesthetic with a sensory presence, which totally transformed the Durbar Hall.

This project was supported by Arts Council England and The Japan Society. Kindly hosted by Hastings Museum & Art Gallery and listed in Coastal Currents festival 2013 and the Japan 400.

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WORKPROGRAM DELUXE, Community Arts Center, Brighton, UK /23-26 of May/

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                                         CURATED BY ALEXBOWEN OF NEUE FROTH KUNSTHALLE

INVIGILANTE, Community Arts Center, Brighton, UK /27th of April 2013/

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HAIKU (Brighton)

   

                                   Foto: Huw Bartlett

ME ENORGULLEZCO PARA PODER ENDEREZAR MI DEBILITADA ESPINA DORSAL.

THE WAR OF METALS

Instal-acción (Install-action)+ Sound piece - Pieza sonora (4th of May 2012 at The Prince Albert, BRIGHTON.)

                             

In the poem `Works and Days´ where Hesíodo narrates the ` Myth of the Races ´ the human beings are split into different races that seem to follow a progressive decline order and  they are metals alike: Firstly the Gold race appears, next the Silver one, then the Bronze one and finally the Iron race. However among these races there is another one that does not belong to the metals family. This is the Heroes race in between the bronze and iron ones.

Why the existence of a race that has nothing to do with metals?

What is the meaning of metals? 

The only thing they all share is that they left the sunlight when the time came…  

Homemade Performance

1st Note2nd Note

E-mail from a neighbour sent to my flatmate:  

(...) Also, do you happen to know whether anyone in your flat has been leaving the anonymous notes on the notice board - one appeared yesterday which said 'There is too much ignorance in this world' in red capital letters and seemed a bit angry to be on a communal notice board so I removed it, today another on appeared saying 'OK, ignorance is bliss'. As they are on the communal notice board I assume they are directed at someone in the building, although it is not clear who and why. Do you know if anyone in your flat is unhappy about something? Or do you think it might originate from the second floor? I don't really want to confronted with notes like that when I come into the building but I am unsure what, if anything to do about it. 

thanks

Black Chrysanthe-mum

Tan solo una casa hecha a mano, un puzzle hecho a mordiscos y un observatorio repleto de manzanas donde escribir...
Unos botines marrones que junto a la puerta no entienden por qué tienen que esperar… Un lienzo viejo donde unos niños miran fríamente a los ojos. How the children stare!

Verde oscuro, muy oscuro, dismal, estanques empantanados.

Amarillo, amarillo sucio, le diste la espalda al fuego. He reads Truth, but his passion?

Puertas que se esconden, ventanas huidizas y un triste camino que recorre todo rincón de la casa a lomos de un gusano. 


Una muy triste casa que recibe visitas a cada instante.

Un paseo pedregoso con miradas hacia atrás.

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?

There is the door!

No, no, I dare not.

Courage, courage!

If I open my arms, it is you I embrace.

I´m with you now.

Un deseo envuelve a la piedra que se arroja al rio. La piedra es envuelta por un deseo que se hunde y viaja por primera vez... Are we past Lewes?

Un cisne pasea por encima de todas las cosas…

Perhaps there will be a moment later by the sea… must be the sea…

HOME A BACK WAY!

(No hay fotos. There are no pictures)

                                                             Dedicated to Virginia Woolf                             

INSPIRACIÓN... EXPIRACIÓN.

                                                                        

Passer_by Poem (Poema sonoro)

Brighton, U.K. Julio 2011.

(Escucha-Listening)
Colaboración en el proyecto Outsider de Elizabeth Ross mx.
http://www.elizabethrossmx.com/outsider/colab/aisa.htm

El Arte, como el hombre, es la descomposición de la sencillez en una búsqueda infinita de sí misma.

The Art, like humans, is the simplicity´s distortion in an endless search for itself.