virtual

Last day today part TWO

some dancing and running from Foofwa some singing from Azure
some other stuff from Me

http://www.alansondheim.org/day7theSABBATH.mp4

Today was the best day ever, incredible performances:
Chris Diasparra, baritone sax
Foofwa d'Imobilite, dance and choreography
Azure Carter, dance, choreography, and song
Mark Skwarek, augmented reality
Alan Sondheim, video, flute, ken bau, cura cumbus, oud

 

Last day today

http://www.alansondheim.org/breaktime.mp4
Today was the best day ever, incredible performances:
Chris Diasparra, baritone sax
Foofwa d'Imobilite, dance and choreography
Azure Carter, dance, choreography, and song
Mark Skwarek, augmented reality
Alan Sondheim, video, flute, ken bau, cura cumbus, oud

We went continuously for three hours, changing audio, video,
instrumentation, choreographies

Then we crashed and broke the mold, watching in Second Life
a recap of what we did, in a decathected setting
so many hours after we left the scene - both real and virtual
and somewhere in-between or outside any conceivable reality!

 

Magic Door to Infinity

http://www.alansondheim.org/magicdoor.mp4
http://www.alansondheim.org/doorway1.png
http://www.alansondheim.org/doorway2.png

Magic Door to Infinity
Magic Door to Infinite Reality
Magic Door to the Magic Kingdom
Magic Door to Another World
Magic Door to Another Time
Magic Door to an Alternative Universe
Magic Door to Mixed Realities
Magic Door to the Self
Magic Door to Magic Doors

Alan Sondheim, Foofwa d'Imobilite
Fourth day at Eyebeam

 

my writing of infinite depth
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my writing is my most important medium. it lacks the seduction of image
and sound, of performance and the smell of bodies; it lacks the arousal
accompanying the dreams or deliriums of the residue of flesh. instead,
there is always a substitution: that of the body flailing behind the
horse-drawn cart, bouncing from field to field, until not even the bones
are left, just the broken skein of tissues that once harbored thought.
it's here in this delirium that thought is born, out of exigency, out of
urgency, before its disappearance into the lost furniture of the world.
but it's where depth occurs in my work; nowhere else are wonder and beauty

 

[image from Mark Skwarek AR from my maquette]

just a little bit farther

 
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