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Collaborative Arts Experiment

I just got back from a planning meeting for my Collaborative Arts Experiment group. This is a project put together by my friend (and hair genius), Katelyn. Basically, a group of artists from different media are placed in a group, given a prompt, and must put together some form of multi-media presentation. All this must be done in a week.

My group consists of a visual artist, three writers, and two dancers. Our prompt is, "This is the story of two outsiders who find common ground when..." Then we have a list of random concepts/objects that should be embedded in the presentation. We toyed around tonight with some ideas and seem to have landed on a rough idea that involves poetry in different voices, conceptual dance, and sound/light.

At the moment, our two outsiders are loosely based on my vignette "El Capitan de Barco" from the "La Isla Encontrada" book. I think I am going to turn the scene into a poem that captures the two people and what connects them, and I will certainly share it when it is finished.

I'm really excited about this project (even though it comes at a very busy time for me). I think I need the brief respite from all the other chaos in my life. The chance to work with other artists is also such an energizing prospect. I thoroughly enjoyed sitting around a coffee shop table with varying moments of thoughtful silence and creative sharing.

I even discovered the end of the boat captain vignette, although I'm not sure exactly how I will be able to use it since the idea was technically mentioned by someone else. The concept is perfect for the story.

We have two more meetings before Sunday, and one of them is at the beach. THE BEACH! Is there anything more perfect that a MEETING at the BEACH to do something CREATIVE? I cannot wait!

Comments

Christy said…
OH! I can't *wait* to read the poem! What a super-fun thing to do :)

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