Zac Gvi invited about 12 people to convene in an indoor space to witness a performance piece, and then gave them 2 hours to do pretty much whatever they wanted. They were given a piece of paper with the performance instructions printed down the centre. But it must have just said ‘go crazy‘ in 250 words, because, fuck a duck, that’s exactly what happened ten minutes after he said ‘let’s go’.
The video is a combination of art and science. The flailing arms, stabs in the dark, and the veneration of the Gods. That’s probably the art. The careful selection of what to use in the video afterwards, that’s a little more scientific. The resulting video above, titled ‘mOOnWaX:nArrAtIvEs‘, was carefully designed to give a specific experience of it’s own. In this case, we were trying to fire up the imagination, plenty of black spaces were used to force the viewer to flounder behind closed eyelids. Most of the time spent splicing the chaotic footage together was spent laughing, and coming up with new ideas on the fly. Art theorists would bash on about how the camera became both the audience and the actor during the actual show, so you’d get some point of view shots that walk directly onto the stage where the action was at.
Things really start going nuts 12 minutes into the video, mimicking the introduction of The Tempest (by Shakespeare), and even dipping into the land of the dead by the end of it all. If you’re into butoh dance, then I think you’ll find some of the performances interesting. Not caught on camera was a dance through outer space, with an ensuing explosion of Neutrinos, unfortunately you had to be there to really feel the vibe.
Have you ever been in the ‘zone’? It’s that feeling of being completely focused in an exhausting activity. When the performance finished 2 hours later, I lost the ability to speak, and found solace by resting my face in my crossed arms at the table. What could have caused such extreme exhaustion? Well now, let me think. It’s quite safe for work, I’ll chalk it up to screaming at the the top of my lungs in the voice of a grumpy old git and throwing myself around for two hours. Yes, we all have to let it out sometimes, but my question now is, why not always?