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Toxic Congregation :)
near Jerzwałd village, Warmia, Poland, August 2009
Digital, Mark II, 24-70 Canon Zoom Lens, 21 MgPx
We are creating a decorated frame for our Magic Theater, a mobile stage we built for our first puppet show, Ubu’s Dreams. We will premiere it during our Dada exhibit at the Canessa Gallery in North Beach, from Nov. 3 to 12, 2016.
Phyllis and Jean are creating the art for this Magic Theater frame, which includes an elegant marquee at the top and two columns on either side of the stage. Along with Mark, we are discussing different ways to decorate this frame: aluminum foil, cloth, wrapping paper -- and a variety of laser cut shapes from toy theater carvings to ‘pataphysical symbols.
The proscenium shape was designed by Fabrice Florin (a.k.a. Dr. Fabio), and is inspired by a marionette theater created by dada puppeteer Sophie Taeuber-Arp. Using a laser cutter, we carved this Illustrator design into thin sheets of birch plywood, and assembled them together with woodstrips and epoxy, clamped over a PVC frame.
This is one of the first creative projects we are starting in our new art studio. It’s turning out to be a great space to make art with friends and work on new ‘pataphysical projects.
View more pictures of this Magic Theater project on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/fabola/albums/72157664637863884
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Magic Lantern slides for home use, early 20th century.
The following is the explanatory text supplied by the manufacturers to be read while this slide was showing:
No. 4.–
Punch: Oh Toby, Toby! you’ve got ‘old of my nose. I don’t want a nose warmer. Oh leave me, you’re hurting me. Toby, Toby! good dog, I didn’t mean it, it was the nasty policeman told me you would like it.
La luce magica dell’autunno, fluttua nell’incontrastato silenzio del mattino.
Radiosi fasci dorati penetrano come lame taglienti tra le spoglie fronde degli alberi, cospargendo di soffusi toni, la scura terra dei campi.
S’alza il mio spirito come muta nebbia, nell’accorata sinfonia di novembre.