The
Back Loft, Dublin
Feb
18-19
My review of Picturing the Soul coming
up just as soon as I hand you a butterfly …
In a recent academic paper on the work of
Marina Carr, the playwright was quoted as saying: “No one writes about the soul
anymore”. Carr’s meditations on the soul place the concept in systematic
processes of ‘birth’ (Portia Coughlan),
‘life’ (16 Possible Glimpses) and ‘death’ (By the Bog of Cats). Yet,
even her attempts to capture the soul have been muddled lately and thus the
question presents itself: in a territory that has been well explored how does
one claim new ground?
Andrea Scott and her Floating World
Productions sent out such a call and received responses from practitioners of
visual and sound art, film, music, theatre and dance. The result is this
multi-disciplinary line-up, presented in the Back Loft in perhaps the best
utilisation the space has ever seen. One enters the space through a white
curtain with the sweet crooning of Lioba Petrie’s cello ringing in the
distance. The performance space stretches the length of the room, with the
audience seated either side. Installations are situated in the aisles, one of
which is a tent that contains objects that weigh 21 grams – the observed loss
of weight when a body dies and attributed by some to be the weight of the soul.
What do we mean when we refer to the soul? After
all, isn’t it the first abstract notion (wouldn’t the soul need to be
conceptualised before religion was?) . It usually connotes an incorporeal and
unique essence of a person that continues the presence of the individual
somewhere beyond this life. Scott and her collaborators’ take on the subject is
best summed up in a message projected on a screen during Cait Canavan and Holly
Cooper’s playful movement: “ You can see your face with a glass mirror. You can
see your soul with art”.
A lot of the work accesses the subject
through human connections, following the logic that the soul is the unifying thing
which every individual has in common, further emphasised by the sense of
community Scott creates by mapping the space into a horseshoe shape and placing
everyone in close quarters. Canavan and Cooper strike this chord though the
effect is more sentimental than revelatory and their efforts to mirror each
other’s actions can be imprecise. Sue Malone and Shadaan Felfel’s dance’s is a
bolder play, starting off as an absurdist one-sided conversation but an
intimate duet then reveals their synchronicities of being. Unfortunately, the
performance was muddled by the low volume of the dancers’ speech. I think former
circus kids/aerialists Paper Dolls captured the sentiment best with their
stylistic turns from a mid-air hoop as a dark musical score played behind them.
The spell of the performance was so effective that at times when the women were
intertwined in the spinning hoop their physical beings seemed to melt into one.
Fantastically intrinsic and hypnotic.
As the evening played out the approach of
revealing the soul through co-action was recurring. Therefore, the solo acts
brought some nice daring to the event. Elizabeth Hilliard’s soaring vocal
captured an invisible and supernatural presence with Trevor Furlong’s projections
growing behind her. The length of the piece does rob it of its climax though.
Rebecca Reilly’s dance with Furlong’s movement-sensor visuals was truly
inspiring. As the geometric graphics responded and anchored themselves to
Reilly’s movement, the effect created the most tangible impression of the soul
of the night: a correlation of the physically human and the ghostly digital.
This is an exciting venture by Floating
World Productions, and just as admirable as the work featured is Scott’s
ability to mobilise so many exciting members of the arts community. More
please.
What did everybody else think?
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