Hearing and Water
For me, “hearing” has been linked with water for a very long time.
Although I was born hearing, I lost a good bit of my hearing at six. Soon after I was outfitted with a box hearing aid that hung in a pouch clipped to my shirt, with a long cord that would up the side of my neck, to the earmold that stuck out from my right ear.
Suddenly, sound became mysterious: an experience that appeared and disappeared unevenly, a perpetual series of sonic mirages. I am almost always “at sea” in the sound field.
A scene in The Miracle Worker, a movie about Helen Keller (blind and Deaf) and her life, reveals how Helen, as a child, finally understood that, as the water spewed from the pump over her hands, that Anne Sullivan was spelling “w-a-t-e-r” across her palm.
In this one moment, “hearing” becomes “transmuted:” it is translated through touch.
And then through the power of water, it acts an instantiation of the connective tissue of our livingness, how we communicate, how we know. Water is crucial to how we touch—see—hear the world.
Art moves us like water. It acts as an assistive technology in the re-fabrication of the world, allowing us to hear what we cannot necessarily hear, but can touch, feel, and sense.
Credits: Image from Dance Film, Leo Leung
Credits: Drawing: Kevin Lin. Concept: Kanta Kochhar.
Credits: Bamboo Sculpture Artist: To Wun. Concept: Kanta Kochhar, Kevin Lin.
Sounding Bodies: Light, Image, and Empty Spaces (May 7-9, 2021)
Jao Tsung-I Academy, Kowloon, Hong Kong
(Credit: Image from Dance Film, Leo Leung; Video Projection; Tiffany Yu; Courtesy: Folded Paper Dance and Theatre Limited)
The Light Trolley and Transporting Theatres
Sounding Bodies: Light, Image, and Empty Spaces
Premiered May 7, 2021 at the Jao Tsung-I Academy, Kowloon, Hong Kong
Artistic Research: Towards "An Enthusiasm of Practice"
The “artistic researcher”—at times used interchangeably with “practice-based researcher”—tracks their research inquiries along continuum that spans a range of artistic, design, scholarly and scientific research. The transdisciplinary blending together of art and research, or practice and theory in another lexicon, fosters a type of continuously folding and unfolding of the creative and critical, the conceptual and the material. This hybrid approach, as it emphasizes the co-production of knowledge, often highlights emergent ways of understanding each other and how we make meaning in the world.
In the “Manifesto of Performance Research,” Brad Haseman notes: “[M]any practice-led researchers do not commence a research project with a sense of ‘a problem’. Indeed they may be led by what is best described as ‘an enthusiasm of practice’: something which is exciting, something which may be unruly, or indeed something which may be just becoming possible as new technology or networks allow (but of which they cannot be certain). Practice-led researchers construct experiential starting points from which practice follows. They tend to ‘dive in’, to commence practising to see what emerges.”
This “enthusiasm of practice”—as we build our capacities to be responsive to, in, and with the material matters of artistic world-making—helps us forge pathways needed for thinking about and practicing dynamic forms of engagement with each other. We can then connect across the fractured spaces in our local, global, and mostly importantly, translocal contexts—that is in ways that highlight the connective business of us working across both the local and global at the same time.
Folded Paper Dance and Theatre aims to build a network with artists, scholars, and museum and heritage producers within respective communities and across Hong Kong as well as in both a trans-Asia and international context, with a vested interest in new approaches to forums for generating new forums for cross-arts, cross-abilities, and cross-cultural arts and research production.
Dance Poetics
“When the image is new, the world is new.”
― Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space
Dance poetics acts as the movement from there to here. The world touches us just as we touch it. Such a poetics appears under the sky, breathes stillness into what has been and what we will become. Under this sky, we will lean into the spaces where we live, dream, and touch everything, even as the wind thrashes the mountain, the sea, the city streets.
An orange streak of light in this late afternoon might take us back to ourselves, to the distant call of those ancestral feet that sound out history, mete out all the ways that we can find ourselves. Mete, Measure, Cut. Metre, rhythm. The light moves.
In the heat of the evening as the clouds slide behind the island’s hills, there may be only one way to call this world back into us even while we hover here: to dance air, next to possibility. Such breath is still and, then, more still.
Yet, as our breaths are taken, from a demi-pointe to the lunge, our arms flutter, casting about secrets like flowers that light up in the dark night. We are wrapped in silk jackets fleshed with our histories in shadowed greens, whites.
Image Description: On stage. Across the backdrop, a large projection of a hand reading Braille. Three dancers to the right are slowly moving forward. Downstage is a large surreal-like bamboo and paper sculpture hearing trumpet flower, approximately 8 feet long and at one point 5 feet high.
How did we arrive next to the windows, next to the doors, next to the walkway that circles around the flats where we live. The shadows flutter.
While we wait—inside this poetics of dance—all those ghost clothes drift across the clothesline, across the line of night, of the flush of first light over the hill.
Credits: Sculpture-To Wun. Dancers-Yuen Hiu Shan; Hong Pak Lau; Men Tin Lam.