Podcast episode 3 – Lotte Rose

Just as we announced that Lotte Rose and Daniel Grossman will be back to teach in the spring, we are also happy to be able to give you this episode of the podcast series. We had a conversation with Lotte when she was here a couple of weeks ago and we talked about almost everything.

Enjoy.

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SPRING 2015 – Workshop w. Lotte Rose and Daniel Grossman

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Intuition over Intention / Purpose over Goal

We are very, very happy to be able to welcome back Lotte Rose Kjær Skau and Daniel Grossman in the spring program of 2015. They were here recently and held an amazing workshop that both we and the students will remember.

Lotte and Daniel both holds an MA in Sound Art, but sound is just one of the mediums they use in their work. However, here at LungA they will not teach any specific medium, but rather they will introduce the students to the artistic process and they will work from the idea of ‘Intuition over Intention / Purpose over Goal’. They will challenge them to break out of their patterns and create freely, get into the state of making, using a range of tricks, tools, rules, obstacles.

This is a week of letting the process take over and guide you in directions that your conscious mind could never have showed you. An exploration of your inner drive through creation.

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You can read more about the whole spring program HERE

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A diary from inside the light

ninaorangeIn the beginning of each new week we publish a story about the week that just passed at the LungA School. It is written from the inside and can be about anything. That’s all. This is the fifth chapter:

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I wake up and lift the curtain a bit to look out the window. Outside it is just as dark as when I went to sleep. I wonder if I woke up to early and look at my telephone to see what time it is. 06.30 – just like every other morning.

So I drag on some clothes, put my blue swimming trunks inside my white towel, throw it over my shoulder and walk to the swimming hall surrounded by the heavy darkness.

Inside, the bright blue colour from the bottom of the swimming pool lights everything up and when I break the surface of the water I forget that it is still dark outside.

But the instant I leave the swimming hall an hour later, I am once again reminded of the time of the day. It is morning, it is cold and it is still dark.

– And it will stay dark and only get darker, while I am here, I say to myself as I walk back to eat breakfast with the smell of chlorine on my skin.

In the candle-lit kitchen people slowly starts to show up as the hand of the clock passes the number 8. Suddenly the room is full of more than 20 people. That’s about one third more from the usual number of people at the school’s breakfast tables. But we have extra company this week. Besides three workshop holders we also have five students and one teacher from the Danish Folk High School Krabbesholm living and working with us.

For a moment I step inside my own head. From there I look around the kitchen, where people are sitting, eating, talking and drinking. I start to think about how much the energy and the synergy in a group of people can change, when someone new is added to the group. Of course the level of sound increases as more voices are added to the mix, and the amount of activities going on is naturally also getting bigger as there are more brains to think and more hands to lift.

But people’s position and role within the group also change. Some people start to talk to new people, and take a break from the old ones. Some people move around in the imaginary hierarchy, some talk more at gatherings and some talk less than they usually do. Some disappear into a shadow, others start shining with a new glow. Maybe the reason is just as simple as the fact that some like a lot of people and some really don’t. No matter what, everything changes.

Then I come to think of how cut off from everything we are out here, how far we have moved away from the rest of the world in just five weeks. And how that world suddenly comes thundering like a tidal wave, when someone from the outside enters into the bubble we have created in this little town. It is a tidal wave that will leave everything in a different condition, when it pulls back and disappears after the week is over and the amount of people at the LungA School again is back at normal.

But these guests have brought something with them from the outside. Something that is slowly saying farewell for a period here below the mountains, I think and look out the window, where the morning darkness has disappeared for now.

They brought the light.

Literally.

Two of the workshop holders have brought it with them from London and is using it in a workshop called ‘Glowing Bodies’. And the timing could not be better as the days are crumbling and vanishing with a only more rapid pace.

They have brought materials that can mirror light, reflect light and project light and with them they are going to design and create costumes that can play together with different sources of light in performances at their exhibition. It is on Friday.

And we get to Friday.

I sit in the dark and suddenly a sharp light is turned on and someone is lying inside a plastic bag and is projected up on a big white screen. Then someone inside the bag starts to move, and slowly she escapes the plastic bag like a foetus escapes it’s mother and this whole conception is projected as shadows on that big white, bright screen.

The foetus disappears and a recorded story of a guy who hung himself is coming out the speakers. The story ends and then a new shadow in a self-made costume is dancing slowly inside a big, orange circle of warm light.

After more sound and vision we all get up from our seats and walk outside, where we can ascertain that the darkness has return. In that darkness I see a silver mushroom. When I direct the light of my torch towards it, it starts to glow. Then it starts to move, dangling slowly from side to side.

I stand there in the darkness and look at this silver mushroom swaying by the water and I smile over the crazy scenario and I get proud and puzzled by how much these students can create, how brave these young humans are and how far they can go in only five days.

And while still smiling, I remind myself that no matter how dark it is, there is always a light, and it never goes out. You just have to use your torch to find it.

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Programme of the week

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Week Six:

Our dear guests has travelled back home and the LungA School is still standing even though the last week exploded in different activities. And for that we are glad. But after we have been flying around and up in the air we are going to get a bit more earthbound this week.

Because the first three days of this week we are going to look very deeply into the mirror.

This means that it is once again time for the students to look within themselves through different excercises. The mirror reflects what is. It has no imagination, it’s strenghts lies elsewhere. It does not lie, but it can show you things that does not easily reveal themselves.

On Thursday all students and all of the staff will meet up in the morning, take their voices and put them into a bowl, because Thursday is the Day of Silence. And this means that no one can speak throughout the whole day. In the end of the day everyone ill meet up again and get their voices back.

In this way people will be ready for Friday where everybody is going to walk together to Skalanes – a fantastic farm and research center at the edge of the world – for the entire weekend. There we will relax together in new sourroundings and we will be joined by Guðmundur Oddur Magnusson, who is a professor in Visual Communication at the Iceland Academy of the Arts in Reykjavik.

On Sunday we will return to the city of Seyðisfjörður on our feet, hopefully reloaded with energy for the remaining six weeks. Yes, exactly, on Sunday we are halfway through the Fall program 2014.

Have a great week and do not get offened if someone from the school does not answer you on Thursday. We are just being silent for the day.

Lilibeth announcement

‘Origin’ by Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen

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During the Spring program “Here Comes the Sun” the incredible Danish performance and installation artist Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen, will create a workshop orbiting around the theme “Origin”

We will investigate the “Origin” of ourselves and together dive down into our roots in the search for our most basic being. This will be a journey of history, myths, culture and personal stories.

The point of departure will evolve from our “specific location”, Seyðisfjörður and from here zoom in on the core, as close as we can get to it.

Also the concept of “Originality” will be explored broadly:

The history and myths

The geological conditions

The industrial materials

The smells of the wind

The resonance of the mountains

The lava in our torsos

We will work through biologically and geologically processed materials and mysticism, through sounds, languages and physical impressions and expressions of the body.

“I consider the medium as a force and not a restriction; We will use mediums like performance, painting, installation and sound art, as abstract tools of exploration and I am really curious to see where we will take and what we will find”, says Lilibeth Cuenca Rasmussen.

WHO IS LILIBETH CUENCA RASMUSSEN?

Her work often consists of several components including music, text, choreography, costume design and scenography, which combine into a single expression. Another aspect of her work is documentary, often with an anthropological approach, which then is translated into a visual and audible interpretation. The recurring themes in her art are identity in relation to gender, ethnicity, religion and socio-cultural conditions and contexts. She works cross-medially and with a variety of media as performance, sound, video, photographs, objects and installations.

You can read more about the Danish artist here:

www.lilibethcuenca.com

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A diary from inside the process

anton til essayIn the beginning of each new week we publish a story about the week that just passed at the LungA School. It is written from the inside and can be about anything. That’s all. This is the fourth chapter:

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I am sitting at the breakfast table. It is Saturday, and suddenly she walks in. Guided by another student she slowly fumbles her way into the kitchen with her arms stretched in front of her as if she is searching for the light switch in a dark room. And in way that is precisely what she is doing.

Because over her eyes sits a black blindfold as she has decided to live like a blind person for 24 hours. Just because she would like to try it out. And I am thinking: sure, why not?

Then I start to think about how little it actually takes to change a lot. That it just takes one other person one dark night to fall in love, one mistake behind a steering wheel to end somebody’s life and become a killer, and just one blindfold to lose your sight.

And then a light dawns on me. Because exactly the idea of making rules and changing small things to get to end up with something complete different from what you first expected is very much what the entire week has been about.

In the week’s workshop the two teachers made the students focus on the process instead of the goal. On the making for the purpose of making. Creating from one’s intuition instead of one’s intention. The final product was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the road up until the final product – the ideas, the worries, the dreams, the doing.

Oh, so you don’t have a high-tech Mac-computer? Then just do something in the Paint-program on your old, white Toshiba laptop. It does not matter, it is not important. Just do something and see what comes out of it.

That is what I am thinking about as I sit there at the breakfast table and dig sleep out of my eyes. Then the blindfolded student gets up. Once again she is helped on her way around the house. She puts on a neon green jacket, gets her towel and swimsuit – she is going to the hot tub at the swimming pool.

– I just want to feel the bubbles, she says as she fumbles slowly out of the door.

Then I start to think about what all the old, Icelandic people at the swimming pool will think when this girl will suddenly walk pass them blindfolded in her bathing suit. And I think about how stupid it actually looks but at the same time makes so much sense to do. If there is something you would like to do, do it. Do not care about what old, Icelandic people or any others would think about it. It is a pretty mundane remark, I say to my self, but comes to think of a song by the Danish band Iceage wherein it says:

Whatever I do/

I don’t repent/

I keep pissing against the moon

That reminds me of the behaviour of the students throughout the week. I wonder how the two teachers managed to change so much in five days, and about what have happened since the students started at the school only four weeks earlier. Back then they sat quietly together and politely ate their food. And now suddenly they are walking around blindfolded in town. While others are taking it even further.

Like the 18-year old, Icelandic student who is living away from her parents for the first time in her life. How she cut a smiley face in a watermelon and took it up into the mountains and smashed it with her bare hands before eating a piece of the melon and making it all into the most unbelievable film I have seen for a long time.

Or the female student who had been painting meticulously on three printed portraits of herself throughout the whole week. Five minutes before their exhibition the three portraits are hanging side by side on a white wall. But then she decides to take of all her clothes and throw black paint on the portraits and the wall, so it runs down her naked arms and hands before she puts on her clothes again while receiving an applause from the various spectators. I am not sure I understand why the hell she did it, but apparently it was something she just had to do. It was part of her, part of her process, and then it is important to do.

Because sometimes all you want and all you need is just to feel the bubbles.

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Við biðjumst velvirðingar á því að dagbókarinnslöginn birtast bara á ensku. Þessi innslög eru fagurfræðileg og erfitt væri að koma þeim vel til skila á íslensku.

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In the beginning of each new week we publish a story about the week that just passed at the LungA School. It is written from the inside and can be about anything. That’s all. This is the fourth chapter:

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I am sitting at the breakfast table. It is Saturday, and suddenly she walks in. Guided by another student she slowly fumbles her way into the kitchen with her arms stretched in front of her as if she is searching for the light switch in a dark room. And in way that is precisely what she is doing.

Because over her eyes sits a black blindfold as she has decided to live like a blind person for 24 hours. Just because she would like to try it out. And I am thinking: sure, why not?

Then I start to think about how little it actually takes to change a lot. That it just takes one other person one dark night to fall in love, one mistake behind a steering wheel to end somebody’s life and become a killer, and just one blindfold to lose your sight.

And then a light dawns on me. Because exactly the idea of making rules and changing small things to get to end up with something complete different from what you first expected is very much what the entire week has been about.

In the week’s workshop the two teachers made the students focus on the process instead of the goal. On the making for the purpose of making. Creating from one’s intuition instead of one’s intention. The final product was not the most important thing. The most important thing was the road up until the final product – the ideas, the worries, the dreams, the doing.

Oh, so you don’t have a high-tech Mac-computer? Then just do something in the Paint-program on your old, white Toshiba laptop. It does not matter, it is not important. Just do something and see what comes out of it.

That is what I am thinking about as I sit there at the breakfast table and dig sleep out of my eyes. Then the blindfolded student gets up. Once again she is helped on her way around the house. She puts on a neon green jacket, gets her towel and swimsuit – she is going to the hot tub at the swimming pool.

– I just want to feel the bubbles, she says as she fumbles slowly out of the door.

Then I start to think about what all the old, Icelandic people at the swimming pool will think when this girl will suddenly walk pass them blindfolded in her bathing suit. And I think about how stupid it actually looks but at the same time makes so much sense to do. If there is something you would like to do, do it. Do not care about what old, Icelandic people or any others would think about it. It is a pretty mundane remark, I say to my self, but comes to think of a song by the Danish band Iceage wherein it says:

Whatever I do/

I don’t repent/

I keep pissing against the moon

That reminds me of the behaviour of the students throughout the week. I wonder how the two teachers managed to change so much in five days, and about what have happened since the students started at the school only four weeks earlier. Back then they sat quietly together and politely ate their food. And now suddenly they are walking around blindfolded in town. While others are taking it even further.

Like the 18-year old, Icelandic student who is living away from her parents for the first time in her life. How she cut a smiley face in a watermelon and took it up into the mountains and smashed it with her bare hands before eating a piece of the melon and making it all into the most unbelievable film I have seen for a long time.

Or the female student who had been painting meticulously on three printed portraits of herself throughout the whole week. Five minutes before their exhibition the three portraits are hanging side by side on a white wall. But then she decides to take of all her clothes and throw black paint on the portraits and the wall, so it runs down her naked arms and hands before she puts on her clothes again while receiving an applause from the various spectators. I am not sure I understand why the hell she did it, but apparently it was something she just had to do. It was part of her, part of her process, and then it is important to do.

Because sometimes all you want and all you need is just to feel the bubbles.