Monday, October 12, 2020

Jupiter's Light

Jupiter's Light

There is always loss and life.  The difference is time. 

Everything has accelerated our 2020 world view within ourselves.  How long did we think we could move so fast with little relationship?  How long did with think we could consume our world without a response from it?  Life and Death have meaning.  Without knowing this, humans will only deepen with loneliness.

Humans must grieve for life when it's lost. 

In 2020 the losses have been great—human life, spiritual life, social life, animal life, forest life, mineral life, insect life, planetary life, and the slow sometimes fast and violent death of oxygen and clean water.  We require time to grieve the inequities in shelter and economy, time to confront brutality on the innocents, time to right starvation of food, shelter and love and for the terror it creates.  

With courage, together we turn, to see that we, humans, are the main problem. That we have created a disastrous world by our fear of nature, and by our contempt for it.  If we rise up wiser, this year may show itself to be the apex of loss depending on how the general election in America turns out. The world is watching.

There is no way to run away from our human predicament without bringing these problems along. The people who think there will somehow be a new religion on Mars are deluded by their own grandiosity.  The people who move to create dystopian or utopian futures are equally insane, sometimes in an unharmful way called entertainment.  The people who cling to the distant or recent past of the way things were in their version of good old days long for a bubble that has disintegrated.  

Our dis-integral beginnings are not with the murder of George Floyd, not by the calling in of US military 82nd airborne with their bayonets to be used on civilians, not with the rubber bullets and tear gas blasted onto peaceful multi-racial Black Lives Matter protesters.  Our dis-integral relationship didn't begin with hate crimes against LGBTQ+-Americans or Muslim-Americans or Mexican-Americans or Asian-Americans or asylum seekers who have been sadistically and illegally separated and caged. It didn't begin with the 2020 deadly global pandemic allowed to pillage 220,000 since recording in March.  After six months and counting, about 1000/COVID deaths/day, Americans of all ages are dying but especially seniors, all races are dying but especially people of color, markedly in African-American, Latinx-American, Native American communities.  

Maybe, dis-integral life began with disaster itself.

How do we grieve when all seems lost, when loss doesn't quit?  Some humans forego their capacity with stagnation, little effort with justifications that there's no more to learn.  Or reinforcing a manmade threshold of expertise where requirements for fresh acquisitions of knowledge and or new experience, is deemed unnecessary.  And it is, precisely at that moment, the choice comes to begin with great effort, to begin to unlearn.  Not to un-know.  To unlearn. Then not to leave unlearned. 

The California wildfires effected us like the Australian bush fires effected us, like the fires set in the Amazon rain forest effected us.  Anyone reading that line thinking otherwise is facing that moment of choice to begin. Begin to unlearn in order to learn.

Our ridge was burnt to the ground.  All shelters of beautiful homes for humans and wildlife were burnt to the ground.  We were fortunate though that all the humans were evacuated safely.  But the forest, wildlife and its ecosystems were destroyed.  For decades our ridge was a sanctuary giving birth to dance, painting, art making films, producing for the mpowerdance project.  The fire changed all that.  The sanctuary mother home is wounded, dying and changing. 

Within this change an unexpected sorrow appeared. A specific grief not separated from the make up of 2020 thus far. 

Star gazing. Star bathing.

Months had gone by without witnessing the night sky without feeling the flicker of starlight vibrate its resonance.  In less than a week 13,000 lightening strikes and almost 600 wildfires started during an already severe heatwave. How do the firefighters survive this?  The explosive fires created freakish "firenadoes" and after weeks months, some have been extinguished, unbelievably.  Post-inferno, nothing manmade remains in tact. Stones explode.  There is no moisture left in smoky charred air, oxygen is scarce, carbon dioxide abundant.  So how did one wooden star gazing adirondack chair survive when the others that sat next to it did not?

The first star to rise yesterday, in the northern California south sky was actually a planet. Jupiter.  Bright, clear light in the fading blue sky.  Jupiter brings joy to grief like the archangel Gabriel or the great works of the Tao.  It's healing light moves throughout whether noticed or unnoticed.  When humanity cries out Jupiter sends its message "We've been here before. We'll be here again."  

You have been here before. You will be here again.  Take nothing for granted.  Action and inaction have consequences.  

It is difficult the labor of love.  It demands of us not without laughter and good company.  May we continue to grow by an unusual effort, unlearning the nonsensical conditioned fears. So that, we can be alive through our many lessons in this lifetime, before death comes. 

We've come so far and there's further on.

Below is a one minute clip called "Jupiter's Light" a song and a message arrived from grief.  

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Mpowerdance Project Trailer June2020

Mpowerdance Project Trailer June2020




For decades, with one compelling performance after another, Mary Power and her mpowerdance project have kept up a shamanic drum beat, summoning the forces of nature and the depths of the human soul. To bear witness to the exquisite beauty of Gaia and the utter interdependence of all life. Integrating dance, art, film, music and spoken word into a powerful somatic language, timeless, archetypal, universal, grieving and celebratory all at once. The liberating power of truth. The redeeming power of love. The creative power of forests, seas and psyches. This four minute film captures the essence of what mpowerdance project offers us in these perilous times, and provides a insightful glimpse into the richness of Mary Power's sustained vision.

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Mother Peace Mother War

Mother Peace Mother War












The karmic wheel. Ezekial's wheel. The dharma wheel…

Dear Mark di Suvero,

The rate of decay in effervescence, in a memory, in an act of dance and art, I haven't forgotten your visit to San Francisco 2013.  Not because you are famed.  But because the gift was brilliant and extraordinary. 

The outdoor exhibition presented the art of possibility where dance could be made in collaboration with manifestation itself. Acknowledgements to SFMOMA On-The-Go, their risk taking museum in the open air expansiveness of Crissy Field, that busted out your steel sculptures in the spectacular beauty of the bay. A whole book of well-versed language for justice is waiting.  Now a humble applause via this dance record.

Your poetry event at SFJazz center only cost $10.  I don’t know who selected the poets, the concept of them was by far more pleasurable than some of their descriptives.  But there was one older man who  extracted a sterling essence of your exhibit.  And I was relieved and empowered to hear your compassionate philosophy… 



Monday, January 20, 2020

Global Dance Project 2020: Anomaly

Global Dance Project 2020: ANOMALY

Hindsight is 2020.

The evolution of the wheel is excellent in the beginning, excellent in the middle and excellent in the end.

"Everything flows.  Panta Rhei.  Movement and the unchanging law governing it are one; they know neither kernel nor husk—heart and mind function together undivided."
The Concept of Change by Helmut Wilhelm (1960)

shadow in light
light in shadow

“No one told me it was like this. It’s only matter shot through pure imagination. [So] rise up little souls. Join the doomed army toward the meaning of change. Fight...fight...wage the unwinnable.”—a student of Toni Morrison, from page 32 The Source Of Self-Regard by Toni Morrison

The Source of Self-Regard: Selected Essays, Speeches, and Meditations



Tuesday, November 5, 2019

LIGHT DARK SONG 2018-19

LIGHT DARK SONG
COMPASSIONS 2018-19

The opening.




Sunday, November 3, 2019

BADWORK GDP2018 Choreography Shop

Badwork
GDP2018 Choreography Shop

In this choreographic shop we study abstraction, concepts of cryptic choreography taken from our Global Dance Project 2018 At the end of the clip we use the camera to develop the effect.




Badwork GDP Choreography Shop 2019

Badwork GDP Choreography Shop 2019 

This choreographic dance study of Murmurations and Proxemics with a small group of non-dancers and professional dancers shows the starting point.