media installation / dance choreography
Backgrounds - 1
Artworks - 2
Context - 3
Music - 4
Video - 5
Timeline - 6
Art resources - 7
Widow Dance - 8
Multiple Points of Entry:
John Toth / intermedia & Doug Varone / choreography
VIDEO TIMELINE
Overture03.flv (post meeting) - Text frames set... text starts a slow recede starting at 3:00... shrinks and fades at 4:00
Overture02.flv
(completed before our meeting on Tuesday Nov 22, 2011
2. Recitative - 1:15
....Popoli di Betulia -
... People of Bethulia,
governor of Bethulia. Faces mutiny.
People of Bethulia, ah what shameful faint-heartedness constrains you!
Pale and sorrowful around me are you all!
We are not yet beaten.Do you then so quickly yield to misfortune?
This is the worse: this makes us incapable of defense.
Every storm however slight, is a fatal tempest to a pilot who despairs.
BalloDancSail06a.png
metaphor: sail
16MountainOzia1.mov
... Ma qual virtù non cede
... Amid So Many Sights,
Cabri (soprano male)
son of Gothomeil .
But amid so many, many sights
what strength does not weaken
enough to discourage
the fiercest heart.
if all unwilling it weeps at other's tears, if other's pallor at times makes it turn pale?
EyeBlackBlueOrange3.png
metaphor: the eye.
4.
Terribile d'aspetto
3:47
Pride, fury, scorn always flash from his eyes, and he is as quick to wrath as he is slow to mercy.
(Haughty sole... savage heart.)
Fire12_596.png
metaphor: eye of the enemy. (Alex and Hollis duet)
TerribileDAspertoFlame.mov
E qual pace sperate
Recitativo: Ozia, Amital, chorus
6
Oh prodigio! Oh stupor! 3:00
Oh marvel! Oh stupor! chorus Achior repents of his polytheistic ways. Bethulia sing a chorus of praise to their god.
7
Te solo adoro 4:17
Achior (bass male)
7. Aria #5 - 3:11
... Del pari infeconda... Equally Barren,
Marijana Mijanovic
Giuditta (alto female) Widow of Manasses.
Equally barren is the bank of the rive rwhether it rises in turbulence or lacks for moisture . Presumption comes from too much hope, faith is lost through too much fear.
Netta with Collin
Achior (bass male)
Prince of Ammonite
Thee alone I adore,
infinite mind, source of life, and of truth, in which moves, on which depends, everything that eternity comprehends.
... Non hai cor
... You Have No Heart,
Amital.
You have no heart, if amid these laments of misery you do not stir, you do not wake, you do not feel compassion.
Mudheart16_5
metaphor: the heart
NoHeart3.mov
NoHeart2.mov
9.
concorro
Pieta, se irato sei, 5:51
DOVA - 10
Eddie and group
Ozia, chorus. Ozia and Achior debate the theological issues.
Have mercy Lord on us, if thou art angry: let the guilty be punished, but punished by thee.
If thou sufferest those who adore thee to be oppressed by those who know thee not.
metaphor: (jealousy / logic / bartering with god.)
10
...
... I Go Defenseless and Unafraid,
... Oh prodigio! Oh stupor!
... Oh marvel! Oh stupor!,
Group
Chorus:
O Marvel, Oh Amazement! That an unwarlike woman on her oh should take on the the responsibility of the public cares... She adores herself with such care.
She promises nothing yet gives us all hope!
Could the author of such wonders disregard such a being?
...
...If You Wish to See God, 4:09
...
... The Prisoner Who returns,
Giuditta (alto female) Widow of Manasses.
The prisoner who returns from a horrid night to peaceful day closes his eyes to the sunlight because the splendor which bedazzled him animates and guides him.
10MountV_3
Metaphor: light at the end of a cave
...
... With too offender vilta),
Trio
Amital (soprano female) noble woman, Israelite.
With too culpable baseness
my soul insulted Thee
when it despaired
of Thy succour.
Have mercy lord, since my penitent heart matches its own error with its remorse.
Aria14C
Aria #15 - , 2:03
...
...
Those sounds you hear
Alex and Julie
Carmi (soprano male) Son of Melchiel.
Those sounds you hear in the darkness of night are plaintive accents, broken cries that insane terror arouses afar. there remains no enemies for us to conquer; fear completes the work of the sword.
Aria con il Coro #16
- 6:08
... .
... Praise to Great God,
The daylight seemed obscure, it seemed to nervous Israel that it's last day had come with that cruel man. Flames, chains and death he fiercely threat ed: at his terrible voice Bethulia turned pale. But unexpected fortune extinguished him in a trice, and all that fury vanished like mist in the wind.