We Were Eating Class

Polenta: The Gesture. The Ways Slow Goes

Polenta or mush is a delicious dish made from the long and constant stirring of many grains of (nowadays) corn. The identity of some regions in Italy could be deciphered by the size of the grains of cornmeal they cooked with. "Polenta: The Gesture. The Ways Slow Goes" is a class that will be presented February 7th at Tradeschool (139 Norfolk). A presentation and discussion while stirring will look at how gestures identify the times before us the times we are in presently. Excerpts of Italian film maker, Ermanno Olmi's work, The Tree of the Wooden Clogs will be shown, and a short (out loud) reading from Michel de Certeau/Luce Giard/Pierre Mayol's: The Practice of Everyday Life Volume II will be exercised. The class will end with eating what we've made.

"Everybody's Solo" Starts January 24th 2010

Everybody's Solo is the name of a project I will begin January 24th in conjunction with Our Goods launching Trade School at 139 Suffolk Street. There, "Everybody's Solo" will develop by barter. I will conduct Eating classes (at Trade School) in exchange for physical gestures and/or pieces of movement to build a dance-work with. Eating Class is about our appetite. In a group effort, we will meditate what our appetites have to do with everything else. Our appetites will move this class to action.
Eating Class will take place every Sunday at 6 through February.

More class details:
Polenta. The Gesture. The Ways Slow Goes February 7 6pm

"Life is a combination of Magic and Pasta" F. Fellini

In Washington Square Park. (Below At the Middle)

StrataSpore will begin to workshop for A site specific performance in Movement Research at the Judson Church Series; November 2, 2009



The Oldest living tree in Manhattan CLICK HERE TO READ MORE

Rehearsal:

We are working with what we have. We're alive.  Being trees but knowing we are not at all trees . What is the significance of trees? How do we affect a mycellic network below (both the trees and us) together? 

Driving Thoughts

Not that everyday doesn't have the potential to be a mushroom day, but it's just that on some days there's a better chance of visibility (time has something to do with it.) I think it had rained in Beach Lake earlier in the Morning. Jaquel and I rode by car. On the way to Mildred's Lane I was looking up and in the trees I saw a mushroom (identified as a Climacodon Septentrionale or, common name: North Tooth). Jaquel smoothly backed up three trees, and up above, in the heart of a maple (sugar), a brain-like, white/ish mushroom signalled. Getting back into the car after photographing it with the camera on my computer, we proceeded to work I tend to think about mushrooms when I am in a car. I pan the trees, the ground, the sky. Attuning to elements through touch. Feeling the weather. Moving along into it. It carries affect. Moving along in the car, I was dropped off along the middle of the wooded drive. I have had a spot all summer long that I watched and continuously find Black Trumpet mushrooms. They like the Shag bark Hickory trees and there are many. This wooded area had been logged the summer before and the fallen trees in the forest now allow for bigger diffused pockets of light to touch the ground. The ground was wet, the air moist, the Black Trumpets present this morning. This particular spot is flat, with a gentle, subtly higher ground on both sides of the patch. I gathered mushrooms into the straw hat I was using for a container. I moved through the woods along this new habitual path my body seems to follow....