
               
              Notes on My Next Project 
                -- ZOMBOID!
                By Richard Foreman
                
              
               
               
               
               
               
               
               
              Amongst the many possible strategies 
                
                of "spectator oriented" art--two seem to me to stand out. In one 
                style--the spectator is carried on a rollercoaster through various 
                pre-determined emotional focal points. In the second, more meditative 
                style, events are slowed up and relatively detached from each 
                other so the spectator can project his or her own depths, resonating 
                with the presented "material."
              "ZOMBOID! Film/Performance Project 
                #1" 
                partakes of theses two strategies simultaneously, with live action 
                visceral involvement in counterpoint to on-screen projections 
                of a more meditative nature--the actual aesthetic "event" arising 
                in the elusive psychic space "BETWEEN" these two contrasting styles.
                
                "ZOMBOID" 
                is the first manifestation of the International Bridge Project. 
                A completely new venture for me--in The International Bridge Project, 
                along with collaborator Sophie Haviland, I not only film material 
                around the world to serve as continual "bas-relief" backdrop to 
                my performances--but I also explore an unusual aesthetic procedure.
               It is not unique that "ZOMBOID" utilizes 
                continual projected background for a performance event.
              WHAT IS UNIQUE 
                
                Is that that background is a self-contained full-length digital 
                film, with the live performance orchestrated in front of that 
                film, using the self-contained film as a theatrical score against 
                which the performance is adjusted and articulated. 
              The performance of "ZOMBOID" presents people 
                responding to, echoing and being "infected" by projected on-screen 
                manifestations, in much the same way that in 'real' life we are 
                all psychically invaded by the many levels of material that flash 
                in and out of the consciousness that seeds that great psychic 
                ocean inside of which we drift. 
              The film itself is meditative, non-narrative, 
                beautiful and somewhat off-kilter--yet containing no "extraordinary 
                events." 
              NO EXTRAORDINARY EVENTS? 
                Again and again these days I see films and plays being promoted 
                to audiences on the basis of the many "interesting " real-life 
                subjects presented in those works. 
              It seems we live in a world where everyone 
                is interested above all else in "interesting subjects." But shockingly--I 
                maintain, that the desire for subjects of "interesting subject 
                matter" is, in fact, an avoidance of the REAL subject of real 
                art, which is--What? 
              The real subject is presence itself, the 
                scintillating "presence," of any and all selected items--but presented 
                in such a way that one's primary experience (the aesthetic experience) 
                is to realize that the SUBJECT ITSELF doesn't matter--but is always 
                in fact the TRIVIAL aspect of the art event. 
              That trivial aspect (the "subject") is 
                what we focus on when we chose NOT to be deeply engaged with what 
                art is deeply about--the full, multi-dimensional "presence" of 
                whatever subject is being obliterated by the power of "present-ness." 
                However, by the usual gluing of our attention onto the ostensible 
                "subject matter"--we try to protect ourselves from the deep ego-shattering 
                experience of art. 
              Oh, you say--but Shakespeare had stories 
                and subjects! Yes--but we've had it, and had it, and had it ad 
                infinitum--and now we are into something else--new, adventurous, 
                rewarding and full of delight in unexpected ways. But, you say--Shakespeare 
                (for instance) had stories PLUS a poetry that fragmented simple 
                coherence with a wide range of associative mental links. But I 
                maintain that now the time is ripe for other strategies in the 
                midst of this floundering and spiritually confused world. 
              IN FACT 
                
                Much to my surprise, I began this work believing I was entering 
                a new realm of art-making--and that with "ZOMBOID" I was entering 
                a realm of pure aesthetics--but as I started putting down my thoughts--describing 
                to myself and to others what I believe I am doing in this work--I 
                realized a certain ANGER rising in me, and I realized I was thinking 
                more in political terms than I had expected. (The politics of 
                art-making, certainly). 
              I REALIZED THAT I BELIEVE, THAT NOW IS 
                THE TIME FOR A CELEBRATION OF ELITIST ART! 
              Let's dare proclaim that in the face of 
                a society increasingly crying for a media-driven, market-oriented, 
                popular art, reaching out to everyone at once--while "deep thoughts" 
                are officially allowed in such art, they must only come in a form 
                that is easily communicable to all. 
              BUT I MAINTAIN 
                that to feed the individual human spirit, the true art of these 
                times must be a kind of demanding gymnasium where sensibilities 
                get rigorous exercise--so that those sensibilities then become 
                more refined, able to pick up on and appreciate the patterned 
                intricacies of a world which is usually, in art, simplified into 
                recognizable social and psychological clichés or knock-out effect. 
                Such normal strategies lie about the world because they talk about 
                what we already know (which is always wrong) in languages with 
                which we are already familiar (and therefore put our more delicate 
                mental mechanisms to sleep) -- all this, instead of waking us 
                up with the uncharted energies that throb behind the facade of 
                the shared world of communicable convention. 
              SO IN TODAY'S ARENA, I MAINTAIN 
                THAT ONLY ELITIST ART
                presents the true facts of 'always-in-process' human beings who, 
                while pretending to themselves and others that they are coherent 
                "wholes"--are really but a tissue of micro-tendencies and impulses, 
                most of which are effectively ignored by the defense mechanism 
                of consciousness that allows the individual to feel secure in 
                his or her "picture of the world."
              BUT ELITIST ART 
                Offers the spectator a chance, through the development of subtle 
                discriminations, to enter the true PARADOX of lucid, aesthetic 
                sensibility. 
              ELITIST ART 
                
                "trumps" the popular art of media culture, offering the alternative 
                to the bottom-line world that leaves so many of us parched, spiritually 
                depleted, half human precisely because we are asked-- 
              TO DENY OUR ELITIST TENDENCIES! 
              NOW-ANYBODY IS WELCOME TO ENJOY 
                ELITIST ART. 
                It tends to speak of powerful hidden things and energies, in language 
                (the full range of theatrical language) that is isomorphic with 
                those hidden things and energies, rather than in the language 
                of daily life--because a language made isomorphic with such intuited 
                processes seems most connected to ultimate, deep-lying things. 
                
              AND TO POINT TOWARD THOSE ULTIMATE 
                THINGS 
                in the case of this performance--"ZOMBOID," the motif utilized 
                is
                THE BLINDFOLD. 
              How does this work? The aesthetic goal 
                in "ZOMBOID" is to build an entire world from small image/idea 
                clusters that bounce off other image/idea clusters--much like 
                the way the real world is generated from millions of small, local 
                interactions between event quanta from different realms. 
              The performance of "ZOMBOID" is then an 
                attempted model of the depth of the world at work. 
              The world, it would seem, starts out not 
                with a story or a theme, but with the random (statistically guided, 
                perhaps) pouring forth of multitudinous radiations--twitching 
                and throbbing in concert. 
              So now, here in front of an audience--we 
                invoke and mirror this world process, generating the energy of 
                eternal delight.
               Required of us all, however, in order 
                to be sensitive and alert to what is invisibly taking place in 
                the depths of the world's creativity, is to free ourselves from 
                both perceptual habit and inherited mental habit. (Keatsean "negative 
                capability.") 
              One must, in effect, blindfold oneself, 
                blocking normal faculties so that other inner resources are forced 
                into play. 
              The theme of the blindfold becomes, then, 
                the theme of "in-sight." 
              But an insight that that produces not "ideas," 
                because ideas, no matter how convincing, are never more than the 
                tiniest slice of the full pie of reality and, therefore, always 
                less than the whole truth. 
              Instead, we would, through aesthetic means, 
                rhythm and composition, event and paradox--"tune" the deep self 
                to the "truth" that all things echo and reflect all other things. 
                We would work towards the perspective that each isolated moment, 
                even those that seem relatively empty, is in fact pulsating with 
                the full energy of the deep source, 
              And so, the motif of "ZOMBOID" is the facilitating 
                
                BLINDFOLD! 
              But in "ZOMBOID," the embodiment of that 
                motif generates a unique "No Man's Land" between two aesthetic 
                worlds presented simultaneously on-stage. 
              THE STAGE IS SPLIT 
                between the meditative world of archetypal tableaux, (imaginary 
                "mental" content projected on screen) -- 
              And in counterpoint-- the concrete world 
                of physical bodies, twisting and lurching in reaction to irrational 
                impulses that "trump" the myths and hierarchies of consciousness 
                that we normally believe organize human life. 
              THE UNBRIDGEABLE SPLIT 
                between these two worlds is the "location" in which "ZOMBOID" 
                manifests itself. The art event is, then, a new and un-namable 
                "thing" that arises in the space between screen image and live 
                bodies--a space that is intuited rather than seen and identified.
              To risk offering an art based on this "split" 
                is to walk the tightrope over the abyss between imagined human 
                mastery and the un-chartable "other" that is never controllable 
                or knowable. 
                -- BALANCING PRECARIOUSLY 
                in that energized limbo where the art called "difficult" does 
                its secret and unpredictable work.