Posts Tagged ‘Robert Wilson’

When We Dead Awaken

Thursday, February 21st, 1991

A neon blue river of light crosses the stage on a diag­onal. A black moun­tain looms beyond, pierced by a stark white water­fall. The sculptor sits brooding on a rocky throne; an egg-shaped stone is pierced with a spear. Two Irenes enter, and lie on the ground, like stones. “You have killed my soul,” they cry. “I am an artist!” cries the sculptor. One Irene sits on the rock, like a statue. “I was a human being too.”

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The Sound Artist: Hans Peter Kuhn

Monday, February 18th, 1991

Sound art is more open and much closer to life than music. Music is a filtered expe­ri­ence. I’m not a composer. I don’t want the emotional view bound or directed in any one direc­tion. I want to keep it open. I’m always trying things out. I hear some­thing and I can pick it up and react in minutes. I’m inter­ested in every­thing that makes a noise.”

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Robert Wilson’s Vision

Thursday, January 17th, 1991

ROBERT WILSON’S VISION is struc­tured like a journey — a journey that moves from morning to night — from white to black — from the past to the future — from birth to death. A journey that has no begin­ning and no end, but all takes place in a time­less, endless present.

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