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Euripides Love is The Fullest Education

At 6:57 a.m. on April 7th, 2016 (this specificity matters, that exact fucking minute matters) Muriel Maffre, Ryan Tacata and myself dragged our asses up Slacker Hill in the Marin Headlands to do something either profoundly necessary or completely insane. We performed fragments of a lost Euripides tragedy, one of those plays that got shredded […]

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Euripides Love is The Fullest Education
Waiting for Light: Pre-Show Rituals at Slacker Hill

Waiting for Light: Pre-Show Rituals at Slacker Hill

The thing about standing on a hill in the dark waiting for the sun is that you’re participating in the oldest ritual humans have, the one where we gather to witness something larger than ourselves and somehow make it mean more by being there together. So we’re up here in the Marin Headlands with the […]

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March 26, 2016 · Speculation

Savage Blasts at Dawn, or Why We Freeze Our Asses Off for Dead Greeks

Savage Blasts at Dawn, or Why We Freeze Our Asses Off for Dead Greeks

Speculation: Rehearsing Sophocles #116.Β  Fantastic rehearsal/experimentation/playing/imagining with amazing people at sunrise under a full moon…Β  for Sophocles Savage Blasts. Here’s what the photographs don’t tell you: it’s cold as hell out there at the Wave Organ at dawn. The bay doesn’t care about your artistic intentions. The concrete under your feet is unforgiving, and the […]

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Anna Halprin Sensory Walk

Anna Halprin Sensory Walk

The body is living art. Your movement through time and space is art. A painter has brushes. You have your body. Anna Halprin The city that gave us the Beats and the Summer of Love is turning into an open-air dormitory for software engineers who make more in a year than most families see in […]

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Savage Blasts at Low Tide: Derek Phillips vs. Sophocles at the Edge of the Bay

Savage Blasts at Low Tide: Derek Phillips vs. Sophocles at the Edge of the Bay

Derek isn’t here to make pretty ambience; he is hunting for the frequency where ancient violence meets the Pacific’s indifference, and somehow in this process the conceptual exercise transforms into something I can actually feel in my chest, the kind of site responsive work that doesn’t explain itself or apologize, that just exists in a […]

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India Basin, Hunter’s Point

Look at these pictures. This is where Anderson & Cristofani built ships, real goddamn ships, wooden scows for San Francisco Bay. From the early 1870s to the mid-1930s, right here along Innes Avenue in the India Basin at Hunter’s Point. A row of yards where men who actually knew what the hell they were doing […]

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India Basin, Hunter’s Point
Rehearsing Under the Wings of Dead Men

Rehearsing Under the Wings of Dead Men

You’re sitting there with your muse and your muse is telling you something and you’re following it, and you end up the next day looking at it and thinking “what the hell was the muse saying to me?” Nathan Oliveira I rehearse in a room built for someone else’s kestrels, someone else’s vision of transcendence, […]

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