In Santa Barbara there is a group of people called the Mime Caravan. They hold their meetings where they can, in the places they happen to be renting at the time. On early Sunday morning we had a meeting in the shade. Some of us were wearing shoes and shirts. The whole caravan consists of anywhere from twenty to fifty members, with a core of roughly fifteen people. Most have outside sources of income. I can't tell about the others. They seem to be professional artists (whatever that means) who subsist on their art and each other's religious dedication. Five of us met with Michael on Sunday.
Under the veranda of what was once a church, we discussed the mechanics of the newest project; a piece about the earth, the spirit, and man, to put it simply. What a waste of energy! Michael, who moves better than he speaks, was "communicating" his piece to us. There was much talk of energy, connections, space, movements, and sequence.
We sat, sometimes asking questions, sometimes offering suggestions, but mostly trying to connect with the nebulous and powerful image in his mind. we began the process of unraveling this complex image. We, as scientists of art, each with our own special skills and perceptions, dissected his mind – breaking little pieces off of him to reform them into our own shapes – fitting them into the jigsaw of our art structure.
He had prepared for us what he called a script to guide us. It was written simply, and put simply, it doesn't do much good to read it alone. It needs the author to breath life into it. As the composer of the group, I am to create, according to this image, "...a song for a tree that is short but echoes time... the sounds of metal and grinding that are loud and threatening! ...the sound of hypnotic music of high intensity with harmonious tones ringing out like a gamelon orchestra celebrating the cycle and evolution of life...", among other "sounds". I will create these aural images with Michael's help, with endless hours in the electronic music studio, and with the help of whatever spirits there are that echo time and are somewhat hypnotic.
At eleven-thirty I popped up to announce my impending departure into the other reality. I was not alone. We all had to get back into that other space. I intromitted my peregrination vehicle and began a two hour journey to Los Angeles.
On Monday morning I was jolted from my usual Monday Morning languor while reading the following:
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This blog is a place where many of the confluences of my life can be shared. I am, at the core, a creative person. I approach everything from that basis... whether composing symphonies, playing the cello, being a serial entrepreneur, writing sermons and essays, flying airplanes, or creating software apps. I am deeply passionate about creativity, issues of social justice, and spiritual enrichment. These are fundamental to everything I do. Welcome to my journey!