While I had an initial reluctance to submit a piece for the inaugural Alt Alt DIY Performance Festival in Saskatoon the first weekend of January, I eventually decided I wanted to continue exploring some of the work I had done as part of One Yellow Rabbit’s Summer Lab Intensive last summer by actually performing craft.
My initial submission was related to “spinning a story” and I thought long and hard about just what story I could tell, and how I could spin it. At some level, the how was the easiest part, utilizing kami-ito (spun paper yarn in Japan) which is the foundation for shifu (cloth woven from paper thread). I had an adequate supply of Japanese mulberry paper (washi) that could be used to print out my story, and I did some experiments in InDesign, figuring out an optimal layout. What worked well, given that 5 mm is an easy width of paper to spin up, was to set the text at 9 points, with spacing of 14.2 points.
The what to write, the music to accompany the work and the title, which is also the title of this post, flowed from that: there are few things that soothe me as much as creating yarn on my spinning wheel, and all of the chaos that became the majority of my 2016 was no exception.
So I chose to write, in fairly explicit detail, my medical experience, based, in large part, on the long emails I had sent family and a growing circle of friends who were aware of my condition, with most of the gory details and names of my medical team removed, some additional commentary added, verb tenses made coherent — ah, the joys of being a professional editor some days! — and various other tweaks as deemed necessary.
Creating the music enabled me to again work with developing a work drawn from another text file as I did for The Simplicity of Ritual — for Finding Peace in Chaos, I used the list of tarot cards I drew during a reading done by a friend of mine, repeating each eight times — and ran through this website to create a MIDI file. I dropped three copies into GarageBand, offsetting them by one motif each, and orchestrating them for widely different instruments. Thirty minutes after I started, I had 7:45 of music ready to go.
All that was left was to book some time at CJSW to record the story, discover that I had written enough that it wouldn’t fit into one iteration of my music, but felt comfortable in two, and edited the entire 15:30 audio production within a two-hour window, turning it into an mp3 to take with me.
I was the second performer on the Saturday night, preceded by a slightly creepy clown who did great magic, and a trans woman doing slam poetry on roller skates, and I’m grateful that they have both become good friends. Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous spinning the paper, despite being on a borrowed wheel that was painfully slow, compared to my wheel here at home, and the standing ovation from a roomful of (mostly) strangers was overwhelming.
It was freaking cold in Saskatoon, as you can tell from most of these photographs, but the welcome was warm.
Today marks the tenth anniversary of my infrequent electronic ramblings, and the sixth since I lost my wee mannie: I look at how I’ve changed, how the work has shifted forms, metamorphosed to incorporate existing and discovered skills, and keeps me as sane as can be expected. I took the photo below last year when I went to visit his plaque, and I’ll go up again tomorrow, where I am sure there will be much more snow than there is here in the city.
While I may not have peace all day, every day, I no longer have chaos 24/7 either.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
The shop is currently empty.