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Report byGary Brown Photos by Jenice Johnson, Vinh-Luan Luu and David Rodriguez |
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This whole production was structured
excellently. The venue itself, Mokah Coffee House and Art
Gallery, was again, the perfect choice for the dynamics of this
unusual type of public event by making so many different
exhibit, performance and people-gathering areas simultaneously
available to the constantly flowing crowds. Having a fully
staffed, fun-loving Coffee Bar centrally located in the
traffic which poured out extra fine java all night long was the
perfect, necessary compliment to that creative environment. |
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Photo by David Rodriguez |
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![]() Photo by Jenice Johnson |
I also experienced something often missing in many, well-intentioned "arts" events, namely, a really great balance of the art being offered up. There was a stunning gallery of exhibited art, covering multiple disciplines and medias. Additionally, throughout that space was a wonderful variety artists-at-work who kept attendees intrigued and entertained as they painted, drew and even created wheel-turned pottery all night long. Over in the theater area, poetry, spoken word and music were delivered in a continuous stream to a filled | ||
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house for four straight hours. Often
times the performers attracted lines of thoughtfully
listening people which were stacked up t all entrances after
every square inch of seating/standing space had been claimed
inside. Better yet, those performing in there offered listeners
a wonderful diversity of works, not only regarding the scope and
type of what was presented, but in the performing artists
themselves. Together, in an atmosphere of attentiveness
and appreciation, the young and old, amateur and
professional, neophyte and stage veteran alternated throughout
the evening; allowing a generous opportunity for all performers
to present work and for the audience to sample and enjoy the
essence of what live performance is all about. What a
treat. However, without question to this attendee, what was happening at one end of the gallery absolutely riveted me to my spot. Witnessing the live, transforming, transporting self-portrait-in-the-making process of Pulitzer Prize winning photographer David Leeson made time petrify and die. I was frozen within my experience. What David does to himself and to/for those viewers privileged to experience it with him, actually claws out a new dimension in live art. Sorrowfully, I realize I cannot here with words capture the essence of what he does with time and paint and water and dust and body and space and breath and music and the color of air and... me. After several decades of artistic pursuits, this is one of the very most, if not the most exquisite portrayal of "Process and Ritual" I have ever been honored to witness. I am now compelled to deal with this and isn't that what the highest forms of art require of us? Art, Love, Magic may have actually stripped its artistic gears by permitting David Leeson to gracefully, graciously share himself with us that evening.
To view more photos from this event, visit Jenice Johnson's portfolio here.
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