Re-examining the words these artists shared with me about the show on March 7, I was struck by the resonance of their work in the liminal fever dream that is our current reality. At this uncanny remove of time and location, the pieces swelled with meaning. The three soloists dealt with the limitations of their bodies, examining rituals and scores and diagnoses.
4:15 p.m. A couple more livestreaming resources. First, there’s the Social Distancing Festival. Organized by Toronto-based lyricist and book writer Nick Green, the site is collecting global performance streaming events and serving as a central hub. Much of the content is classical music and opera (thought
Documenting the performances affected by COVID-19
so much of how I felt about my body, so much of how I felt about like girlhood as a collective, everything that I felt about femaleness, came from the choir room
Coop seeks to remind us that we are here, together, and that “the piles of things we’ve forgotten” are scattered everywhere around us.
At the time I was obsessed with the chickens who can beat humans at tic tac toe in casinos.
No one goes into the archive unless they have a hole to fill. Archives are the remedy to forgetful minds, faulty sources, and even death itself. They promise concrete answers and facts.
All those toxic names on our money, our buildings, even our clothing. How they got there, and what it might mean to strip them of their meaning and power.
Peter Mills Weiss + Julia Mounsey X Tara Sheena
Molly Lieber + Eleanor Smith X Tara Sheena
Bobbi Jene Smith X Benedict Nguyen
7 Names: Everett Saunders + Marjani Forté-Saunders X Benedict Nguyen