Some "Moments" from the performance.
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Friday, June 3, 2011
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
This is the pinning detail which connects to the fabric panels. They are pulled by a stage hand by cables underneath a custom built stage, and can be slid forward and backward.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
Diagram showing the panels which are pulled down and screen the dancer.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
Working in conjunction with scale change 4 (the Theatre complex) I developed the interior of the theatre space. This orientation shows the completely movable stage placed in the back right-hand corner of the theatre, up against the back wall, and it's iron balcony railing. The white marks on the image are a result of cuts into black paper, and represent the glistening shiny surfaces inside the pitch-black space. The only natural light is provided by reconfigurable ceiling panels which "pop" open to create apertures in the blanket roof form.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
These are the plans I made for each scene of the composition to the score of Leander's Version of Gloomy Sunday.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal,
Vártalak kedvesem, templomi imával.
Álmokat kergető vasárnap délelőtt,
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött.
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap,
Könny csak az italom, kenyerem a bánat,
Szomorú vasárnap.
Utolsó vasárnap, kedvesem gyere el,
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel.
Akkor is virág vár, virág és koporsó,
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó.
Nyitva lesz szemem, hogy még egyszer lássalak,
Ne félj a szememtől, holtan is áldalak,
Utolsó vasárnap.
Ősz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek,
Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet.
Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az őszi szél,
Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél.
Hiába sírok és hiába szenvedek,
Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek.
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vége a világnak,vége a reménynek
Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek.
Emberek vérétöl piros a tarka rét.
Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét.
Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
"Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak."
Vége a világnak!
Utolsó vasárnap, kedvesem gyere el,
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel.
Akkor is virág vár, virág és koporsó,
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó.
Nyitva lesz szemem, hogy még egyszer lássalak,
Ne félj a szememtől, holtan is áldalak,
Utolsó vasárnap.
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday.
It's autumn and the yellowing leaves are swirling
Vártalak kedvesem, templomi imával.
Álmokat kergető vasárnap délelőtt,
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött.
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap,
Könny csak az italom, kenyerem a bánat,
Szomorú vasárnap.
Utolsó vasárnap, kedvesem gyere el,
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel.
Akkor is virág vár, virág és koporsó,
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó.
Nyitva lesz szemem, hogy még egyszer lássalak,
Ne félj a szememtől, holtan is áldalak,
Utolsó vasárnap.
Ősz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek,
Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet.
Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az őszi szél,
Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél.
Hiába sírok és hiába szenvedek,
Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek.
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vége a világnak,vége a reménynek
Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek.
Emberek vérétöl piros a tarka rét.
Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét.
Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
"Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak."
Vége a világnak!
Utolsó vasárnap, kedvesem gyere el,
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel.
Akkor is virág vár, virág és koporsó,
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó.
Nyitva lesz szemem, hogy még egyszer lássalak,
Ne félj a szememtől, holtan is áldalak,
Utolsó vasárnap.
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday.
It's autumn and the yellowing leaves are swirling
Human love has died on the ground
The autumnal wind sobs with sorrowful tears
Now my heart doesn't await and doesn't hope for another spring.
In vain I cry, in vain I suffer
People are heartless, evil and grasping
Love has died.
The end of the world, the end of hope
Towns are destroyed, shrapnel plays music
The colourful meadow is red with people's blood
The dead are scattered all over the street
Once more I'll say my prayer silently
"Lord, people are sinful and corrupt
The end to the earth."
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday.
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q66u6B3I48YSzomoru Vasarnap (Gloomy Sunday) was composed by Rezső Seress in 1933. This version by contemporary band Leander combines Seress' original lyrics about the forthcoming second world war, and László Jávor's lyrics about a lost lover. View the clip on You Tube ^
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNt39WJQqjg
http://www.flickriver.com/photos/markal/sets/67595/
Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, a Hungarian artist, photographer, film-maker and furniture maker (the Bauhaus) was an inspiration to this part of the project. The shimmering and flickering light effects he achieves with his device the "Light-Space Modulator" (a device built to be lit and filmed) are truly magical. Have a look at the links above to see how the machine works.
http://www.flickriver.com/photos/markal/sets/67595/
Laszlo Moholy-Nagy, a Hungarian artist, photographer, film-maker and furniture maker (the Bauhaus) was an inspiration to this part of the project. The shimmering and flickering light effects he achieves with his device the "Light-Space Modulator" (a device built to be lit and filmed) are truly magical. Have a look at the links above to see how the machine works.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
Tim Burton's "Vincent" - a short film, helped inspire me throughout the entire Gothic Deviations process. I particularly like the way he has created ambient lighting in his illustrations...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hD8uQzu0IL0
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
This earlier work was inspirational to me when designing the set. It is a projection of one image from my "Black Ink" animation. It helped me to conceive how the light (and set) would interact with a human body.
Scale 3 - Dramaturgy/Stage Design
For scale change 3 I designed a dramaturgic environment for my ballerina to move through.I wanted to convey ideas of repression, entrapment, loss/separation, and a search for identity. The character was to be the epitome of the Gothic female - shy, chaste, humble, quiet, calm - in effect, a Goddess. However, imagery and music strip her of this superficial facade, because she is much more than her patriarchal society allows her to be. Her mind runs free with imagination, and all her worldly fears are represented in her Gothic world by symbols and markers so that she can take control and become the author of her story.
Varying degrees of transparency and opacity both deny her, and set her free, and these are achieved by panels which unfurl to enmesh the stage. Careful lighting and music help the set convey the character's distress.
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