Working with Double Edge Theatre in Ashfield, Massachusetts is a creative collaborative process. The performers are incredibly imaginative with objects, voice, space, and movement. Together with the help of volunteers and other artists we create visual moments, almost like a painting with dimension and motion. Typically I will bring them work that I have created and visualized one way, then they always use it differently than I had originally pictured. That in of itself informs me about the installation, and my work, and brings in new ideas that turn me on my head! Nothing could be better than to have the sculpture hold its own as a character in a performance, or have Greek ballads sung to it in the case of The Odyssey. The human interaction of the performers provides a whole other element than that of the viewer gazing. It makes it alive! It puts the viewer in their place. My mind becomes awakened to new angles and shifts in my work.
My ongoing work with Double Edge Theatre holds a special place in my art practice. The sculptures and installations come alive as the performers and the audience interact with them. Imagine hauntingly beautiful Greek ballads being sung to your sculpture under as Odysseus walks through the woolen sails.
I get to see my work in a myriad of different settings, lighting and installation designs. Which always sparks new ideas and visions for the next project.
The sculpture transforms into not just set, but a character within the performance, with just as important a role it's human collaborators.
Photo by David Weiland, The Odyssey, Double Edge Theatre
Bag of wind made out of cane and sausage casing. I like to consider it Poseidon's lung.
a forty foot sail designed to move about on a spring and is projected onto.
Detail of wall of wool.
Some of the sails have been left up after the Odyssey had finished its run. They have survived a hurricane, two snow storms and curious calves who play amongst the wool. The November winds are pulling loose tendrils that are activated by the menacing wind. These weathered sails remind me of Penelope's night time ritual of undoing her weaving to keep her suitors at bay.
Photo by Maria Baranova, Double Edge Theatre