The last day in the lab, and its beginning to feel like a never ending process. A never ending process of negotiation.
Poor Eleonora is still sick. And she is sorely missed. And for some reason Nora could not show up either. The speculations remain why she did though.
Thomas and Shawn created an interesting little chamber in the middle from table boards. And the space where my corner was is now a very cozy pile of cushions in it.
Then Matthew came up with the brilliant idea that I should blog live, and I should use the white table boards as a space to write my text. And my text can move as Hooman moves the table boards. I instantly embarked on a search in quest of white board marker to try it out!
Lillibeth had to go pick her parents up, Tania was left without her partner so Matthew volunteered to take over and they both engaged in an interesting live duet.
Lillibeth arrived later then and she and Tania sat opposite each other at the table in the little chamber that was constructed by Shawn and Thomas.
Hooman came along and told Tania and Lillibeth that he is going to deconstruct the chamber.
Thomas then put his hood on along with a pair of sunglasses. A very compelling image.
Then the question was raised, what do you need to be a man? The answer came from Hooman as "A Third Testicle". To which Shawn suggested that should be the name of the performance.
With Hooman keep repeating that its all about "the third testicle".
Everyone then decided it was time for a run through. I volunteered to take place in Lillibeth's research and take over Tania, who had to leave for a meeting.
Hooman, Loan and Matthew started dismantling the space around us, and putting cushions everywhere.
While Shawn passed the mic over different surfaces creating a very unusual assortment of sounds.
Hooman then started arranging the cushions once more.
Matthew found an interesting use for the table boards, using them as tags, so there were three archetypes, Man, individual and the group.
Traditional Persian music was introduced at some point.
Thomas volunteered to be interviewed by Lillibeth. That was a sight to watch, because Thomas was quite critical about Lillibeth's position and strategy.
They swapped roles, then Thomas started interviewing Lillibeth. Role reversal was a destabilizing strategy.
Then Shawn was next. He defined himself as the technician. And that he supports arts.
Hooman meanwhile started arranging the deck chairs and the table outside, when he discovered that he could not take the white cushions outside creating very lively visual lines.
Thomas said he would then play a song for his friend Hooman, its called the third testicle.
Matthew compiled the cushions once more and started falling off the chair right on top of the pile.
It was at this point that everyone realized that the 20 minutes were over. A break was overdue and it was decided that everyone should sit around and discuss the final setting for the open lab.
Lillibeth and Tania were relegated to a corner after assuming center-stage. More discussion on the process and how it is connected, but rather in the end everyone agreed on more or less what was done so far.
The space was then cleared, all tables dismantled, all table boards placed on the glass facing the garden, and the K (2) felt incredibly spacious for the first time since we arrived there!
Then everyone tried to get into the mood of "performing". Matthew and Loan started engaging with the new space, Thomas improvised a little comedy routine and Hooman then walked in and played Om Kalthoum. I was a little surprised and moved. And his choice of song too was quite to the point. It was take me to the land of the beloved. Which made me instantly homesick.
The audience started coming in, and I realized how mobile my text will be. And how easily erasable it is.
I can not "re-write" what I wrote in the live blogging. That can be uploaded as imagery or photos or maybe even video. But I can try to write whatever it is that remained. In whichever state it remained.
Audience started coming in, Tania and Lillibeth started their research process by asking each other then they involved the audience, and they got a little more than what they bargained for. They got three very interesting interviewees who really stretched the gender spectrum, and represented an alternative range of "masculinities".
Thomas played a low key tune, that seemed to create a certain subtle layer, accompanied by sonic distortions made by Shawn. And I was looking forward to Hooman's traditional Persian music tracks. I kept anticipating the music as I wrote trying to remember how it sounded, and trying to fit this memory into what I am actually hearing and doing.
Loan and Hooman started to get very physical with the table boards and the chairs scaring the audience a little bit.
At some point Thomas stopped playing and started reading what I was writing. This visibility made me feel gazed at and upon.
And suddenly the alarm started ringing and the process seem to have came to a sudden end.
And my text was wiped out, and it only exist in audiovisual form. Maybe it should be uploaded on this blog as an alternative form of narrative to this one.
Everyone is invited to submit their own version of the process.