The wood has become symbolic, to me, of the nature of the performance right now, its strengths which are also its weaknesses. The fixity of the performance, its text, sound and images. They are so strong, as powerful as the log with which I bash a hole through the borders of magical reality at the end of the performance. They are so strong that they work in spite of any context in which we find ourselves. And yet…
This holds back our ritual from being truly dynamic in the way that we would like it to be, so that we are not only carrying others in the ritual but are carried along by them. Only at certain moments of the performance where there is openness (the end, when the soundtrack concludes), does this moment of autonomy from the audience occasionally emerge, where people pick up the instruments take the microphone, sing sing sing, only in these moments is the performance “free”.
This ending which only sometimes, very rarely manifests itself has to be the model for the new iteration of this evolving idea.