colour exercises; watercolour on paper, 18 x 25 cms

another acquaintance of mine, Krax; graphite pencil on paper, 21 x 15 cms

colour exercise; watercolour on paper
timpanist with his instruments; graphite pencil on paper, c. 21 x 15 cms
I was mistaken; I have to re-formulate. This polarity is not about time-and-space matters, the way dancers do it. It’s more like the visible world calling for the invisible. Material bodies of instruments and human beings, interacting to shape the immaterial/imaginary space of music.
Thanks to the orchestra and its various directors for sharing their working process with me.
cellist with her instrument; graphite pencil on paper, c. 21 x 15 cms
four drawings from an orchestra rehearsal; graphite pencil on paper, c. 21 x 15 cms
Yes, this is very different from drawing (for instance) dancers. While moving art performers interprete a temporal impulse into spatial, thus visible, reality, the orchestra’s performance establishes more of a polarity; the aim of the effort stays the audible field, and yet there is a great deal of ‘bodyness’: gleams of varnish on the violins; the instrumentalist’s physical concentration and coordination of movements in playing; the almost architectural issue of supporting and supported parts when the cello player brings her instrument in a ready-to-start position. And the conductor’s oral instructions helping to bridge the gap… like “trust the fact of getting there softly”… I’ll keep that one.
Stockholm underground Aspudden – T-Centralen
Again, this time-and-space issue. I’m going to the Stockholm Concert Hall, to attend a rehearsal. Before, I have been working with dancers and eurythmists; making drawings from performances as well as cooperating in workshops. While sitting on the train, I recall the work we did at the Steiner seminar in January.
(see Archives: space and time drawings I – III)
Trying to catch sight of what’s going on in an orchestra at work – that will be something different, though.
Some more drawings of Milo; graphite pencil on paper, 21 x 28 cms
Milo, my shaggy friend, is leaving, but Augustine of Hippo stays with me.
“What is it that shineth through me and striketh my heart without injury, so that I both shudder and burn? I shudder because I am unlike it; I burn because I am like it.” (Augustine’s Confessions, XI 9:11)
