This body of work grew out of a commission by a Brooklyn-based theater company, White Bird Productions. Five different playwrights were asked to adapt one Grimm’s fairytale each—to modern day Brooklyn—to be presented as an evening of family theater. I stumbled a bit before hitting the appropriate note: like many, I am a fairy tale aficionado, but my attraction is to the darker themes. I came ...
Session VII (from transcript) DR: Hello Otto. OTTO: I notice my new-found privileges have been revoked— DR: It’s nothing to do with me Otto. OTTO: No, that wouldn’t be your style. You just did nothing, right? Not so much as blip of protest from you— DR: Are you angry at me? OTTO: Let down more like it. We had established trust. DR: Please don’t feed my own words back to me; I’m aware of what ...
Session V: 05/13/99 (From the diary of Doctor Trieste) I arrive in the garden fifteen minutes ahead. It is still dark and a little cold, and I am a little asleep, it is 4:30 a.m. I sit on a stone bench and wait. I scan the area for surveillance cams, but as usual, they elude me. Life begins to unfurl, a slow motion wave of excitement. Otto arrives, handled by an orderly on each side. They ...
We all watched it on TV— the Giant as he emerged from the debris of the earth; disrupting the strata of Greco-Roman remains which had lain undisturbed for centuries. We were gathered in my Uncle Felix’s mountainside home overlooking Tarqua Bay. It was the usual family type gathering we had on Sunday afternoons after church. Uncle Felix (actually he’s my mothers uncle) is the head ...
gambling diamonds
In desperate need of turning around...
Excerpted from ‘Machine Fragments’ Featuring:Simone WhiteJay Ward Commissioned by New Radio and Performing Arts (aka Ether Ore) for their Turbulence.org website with funding from the Greenwall Foundation. Created while in residence at the Kunstlerhaus Buchsenhausen, Innsbruck Austria.
The cultural schisms that generate this differentiation between “man” and “machine” are also responsible for spawning voids and displacements—and ghosts that inhabit them.
Commissioned by David Thomson for his piece, “1959” performed at St. Mark’s (NYC) in 2010. “For you are not stars, sky-set in the shape of a lyre, but the dust of those who have been dismembered by the Furies” Please turn to page 59 of your Hymnal: The Parable of the Sea Turtle The female of the species is a secretive creature. She lives ...
Promo trailers I created for FZ at the beginning of 2012: