Thursday May 3, 2007 (2)

When viewing Sharon Lockhart's "Goshogoaka," I always felt like I was waiting for something, something to happen. I was not enthralled with the material of her choice, but I can see why one would be.
I find it interesting how this is supposed to be staged like a performance. It is very much a performance in choreography and practice, but I noticed that the girls were doing normal basketball drills. It was strange to think of this normal thing to be choreographed, having done the exact same practice drills when I would play basketball. It seemed very natural, even though the "stage" was set with a fixed camera, and a very literal stage set right behind the girls as a backdrop. I find it hard to analyze this piece, because like much experimental film, it really was what it was. I don't find myself looking beyond for some deeper meaning, even though there may have been one. I rather find myself reflecting on the beauty of pattern, of uninhibited performance, the repitition of sound. The repitition of both sounds and movements brought me to expect the next, and I was able to find comfort in that. It was like a chant in another language that I did not know, but I understood. It was almost a universal language, and I was able to hear it just as well as those girls could perform it.