Just a couple of days ago I took part in an audition. Within this context, another participant and I had to create a small duet. In short, we chose to leave the end of our duet to be in the hands of everyone else in the room, knowing that there was a time limit within the audition and eventually they would need to stop our performance.
It was successful and impactful, at least for myself. I began to think about responsibility of transformation. It truly is divine when the universe almost knows more of what one needs than that person themselves. What I mean to be saying is, sometimes, god bless, life just takes your hand and guides you through something that irrevocably changes you for the better in ways you could never have instigated nor understood yourself. But so often, life just does Part I: life hands your lemons. And it is you that must make lemonade. It is you that steps over the line from crisis to catharsis. From plight to peace. These self actualized maturations build character and layer strands onto the rope of wisdom that becomes one's backbone. And so, who am I to take the hand of my viewers through to the other side? Who am I to even know how that is done. Who am I to reinforce the constructs of passivity of the viewer?
Maybe what is more useful is to offer space and time to that transformation. To say, if I hand you lemons and nothing else, will you, in your dedication to life, make the most refreshing lemonade? Will you go home with curiosity and power? Will you respond to what is happening in the room with you? Will you find those limits in yourself and then take the appropriate action as an equal, as a participant?
So... I don't think in all this reflecting that I should now go on to make work that generates crisis and not offer suggestions of transformation, but I do want to invite you (whomever you ever are who witnesses my work) to engage and respond and to be equally curious as I in the work and how it relates to you and to this world.
