The Residue is inspired by watching loved ones suffer because of an inability to talk about or express an enormously life changing event. The series is built out of a map that charts the rhythms and patterns of the 7 days of the week and outlines a vocabulary and aesthetic for each day.Contemplate the different qualities and energies you experience on a Wednesday versus a Sunday. The map of the week then serves as a container to deconstruct and explore 7 phases we may go through when coping (or not) with something very difficult to talk about.
PHASE V is paralleled with the energetic qualities of a Friday. In this phase, our character for the first time takes an honest look in the mirror. What happened that got me here? Look at all that I've been through. Why have I been so self destructive? What am I not talking about?
Memory. Reflection. Realization. A Transitional Phase.
FRI OCT 7
7 - 9 pm
come and go as you like anytime. we offer experimental, durational work.
D e n v e r P e r f o r m a n c e R e s e a r c h
located in the alley way behind 4236 W 41st Ave:
F R E E
art & refreshments
You can see photos from PHASE I (Monday/Shock), PHASE II (Tuesday/Rage), PHASE III (Wednesday/Distraction) in older post, and PHASE IV (Thursday/Rock Bottom) in my older posts.
Please click image to see a larger and more clear view:
Photos from the show:
(text is taken from Fra Keeler by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi)
"Open your eyes, I thought, and I thought I had opened them, but I couldn't see. Because a certain part of my brain was numb, the part that had to do with my eyes, and I knew it was numb because all around I could feel more than a normal amount of feeling."
"And I wanted to pick myself up off the ground completely, but then I thought, that cannot be, there is no such thing as a phantom event. There is always a sequence. One just had to come to be aware, I thought. All events happen in relation to other events. And if they don't happen in relation to other events, I thought, as in, if in the first instance of germinating an event doesn't even happen apropos other events, it doesn't even matter."
"In every situation, I thought, standing up now and feeling my legs, there is a way to take advantage. A way to control how one situation lines up against another situation, how one event layers itself upon another. One event in relation to another in the same way that it is also in relation to a third event. And a fourth, and fifth one too, I thought. And so on. That your whole life is a string of event taking form in a backwards manner."
"And what a lie it is, the present, I thought, because it doesn't even exist. There is only the moving forward of events and the moving backward of one's understanding of those events. To say there is a present, I thought, is to say there is a platform where events accumulate and then stop happening so one can evaluate their effect. It is what people do, I though, feed themselves lies. Everything is a lie in the first instance. And then the lie is purified, smoothed out, turn into a truth, because the present is always cycling into the past, or becoming the future moment. And the notion of the present is purified lie, because in the time it takes to say the word 'present' the moment has already passed and you are just a fool running out of breath trying to pin the moment down to evaluate. What misery, I though to myself, rocking back and forth on my legs. A whole system of lies, a whole system of belief. "
Hello?
7 - 9 pm
come and go as you like anytime. we offer experimental, durational work.
D e n v e r P e r f o r m a n c e R e s e a r c h
located in the alley way behind 4236 W 41st Ave:
F R E Eart & refreshments
You can see photos from PHASE I (Monday/Shock), PHASE II (Tuesday/Rage), PHASE III (Wednesday/Distraction) in older post, and PHASE IV (Thursday/Rock Bottom) in my older posts.
Please click image to see a larger and more clear view:
Photos from the show:
(text is taken from Fra Keeler by Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi)
"Open your eyes, I thought, and I thought I had opened them, but I couldn't see. Because a certain part of my brain was numb, the part that had to do with my eyes, and I knew it was numb because all around I could feel more than a normal amount of feeling."
"And I wanted to pick myself up off the ground completely, but then I thought, that cannot be, there is no such thing as a phantom event. There is always a sequence. One just had to come to be aware, I thought. All events happen in relation to other events. And if they don't happen in relation to other events, I thought, as in, if in the first instance of germinating an event doesn't even happen apropos other events, it doesn't even matter."
"In every situation, I thought, standing up now and feeling my legs, there is a way to take advantage. A way to control how one situation lines up against another situation, how one event layers itself upon another. One event in relation to another in the same way that it is also in relation to a third event. And a fourth, and fifth one too, I thought. And so on. That your whole life is a string of event taking form in a backwards manner."
"And what a lie it is, the present, I thought, because it doesn't even exist. There is only the moving forward of events and the moving backward of one's understanding of those events. To say there is a present, I thought, is to say there is a platform where events accumulate and then stop happening so one can evaluate their effect. It is what people do, I though, feed themselves lies. Everything is a lie in the first instance. And then the lie is purified, smoothed out, turn into a truth, because the present is always cycling into the past, or becoming the future moment. And the notion of the present is purified lie, because in the time it takes to say the word 'present' the moment has already passed and you are just a fool running out of breath trying to pin the moment down to evaluate. What misery, I though to myself, rocking back and forth on my legs. A whole system of lies, a whole system of belief. "
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