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Publié par Rebecca Engle

At La MaMa UMBRIA, SPACE AND SYNCHRONICITY
Directors learn to draw from their surroundings - and from chance
American Theatre Magazine
January 2002
By REBECCA ENGLE


Teatro Romano, Spoleto

WHEN PRODUCER - DIRECTOR ELLEN STEWART WON THE MacArthur "Genius Award" in the early '90s, she invested the prize money in an abandoned monastery near Spoleto, Italy. Ten years later, she has transformed the ruined buildings into a commodious artists' retreat surrounded by gardens and groves. Last July I spent two and half weeks there, one of 26 participants in the second annual La MaMa Umbria/International Symposium for Directors.

Mostly, mid-career directors, and mostly American, our group was nevertheless eclectic: a clown, a choreographer, a doctor-playwright and some widely talented undergrads enlivened the mix. We came- from cities around the U.S., as well as from Turkey, Mexico, and New Zealand - to sharpen our craft as directors.

During the symposium, we sought challenge, perspective, and creative renewal from the world-class guest artists who swept through in waves. In eight hours of master classes daily, we learned Swahili songs and Sufi poetry, improvised scenes based on Endgame and Oedipus, staged the Odyssey with shadow puppets and turned personal memory into documentary theatre. We even revisited the old chestnuts of actor training - partner massage, the mirror, the blindfolded trust walk.

For the first week, at least, we critiqued these diverse pedagogies like frustrated dramaturgs: Where was the throughline? Was opening our closets to the scrutiny of our classmates (an Ong Keng Sen assignment) making us better directors? Was being towed across an open field by an imaginary goldfish? Some thought not. But in the face of so much activity, so much landscape and so much good company, our professional agendas eventually unraveled, leaving us to confront deeper questions: about the raw materials of theater, about what we bring to the table as individual artists. For me, these deeper meanings (something about time and silence and sacred space) came into focus on a remarkable day near the end of the symposium. Here are my journal entries from that day.

Thursday, July 26th at 9a.m. I catch the first ride into Spoleto for our morning session with Jean-Guy Lecat. While the van makes two more trips back to La MaMa Umbria, we early-birds scatter in the quiet streets. Some head for an Internet café or a working bancomat. I have no plans - only a free hour, a camera and the impulse to wander. Fellow director Annie Ruth, head of New Zealand's largest theatre conservatory, joins me.

In the open-air mercato, we photograph housewives leaning over carts piled with produce. Then we step into the Duomo, the town's most opulent cathedral, where a priest is saying mass for a handful of dark-clad women. In an empty side chapel, Annie and I discover a fresco cycle by Fra Fillipo Lippi, depicting scenes from the life of Mary. The Annunciation panel is especially lovely. Suddenly we realize that we've had the same thought: Here in raw material for a jo ha kyu, the assignment for our composition class with Annie Bogart, later today.

When Anne had asked us yesterday to develop five jo ha kyus apiece for our second session with her, the group had struggled to understand this 15th-century Japanese theatre term. "Action" is an approximation, we agreed; so is "event." A jo ha kyu is a three-part something an actor can do on stage - perhaps spoken or sung, perhaps with an object. Anne calls it simply a "What."

With no idea how we'll be presenting these "whats" during classtime, Annie and I decide to create a joint jo ha kyu. Whispering, necks craning, we analyze the moment of the angel's arrival, of Mary's revelation, spinning it into beats - slow in-breath, head turn, offered flower, head turn back, moment of realization, exhalation. Annie practices the graceful angle of Mary's head, the line of her gaze, the placement - odd and precise - of her tapering fingers. I kneel in the silent chapel, playing the angel. Then we head off for a quick coffee, feeling quite pleased with ourselves - only four more "Whats" to go!


A Jean Guy Lecat session in the Teatro Romano, Spoleto.

Although Jean-Guy Lecat and his wife, artist Laurence Lecat, have been at La MaMa Umbria for a couple of days, this morning is our first session with him. By the time the final load of symposium directors arrives, we are all wide awake and full of chatter. Suddenly Jean-Guy steps into the center of the group and hushes us: "If you don't care about the space, you will learn nothing from it," he reprimands. For 25 years a close collaborator of Peter Brook, Jean-Guy is the man responsible for designing those famously empty spaces - not a set designer in the conventional sense, but a subtle manipulator of proportions, seating, color and texture - the artist behind the look and feel of a Brook production. Now we are about to tour several theatre spaces with him, beginning with Spoleto's still-used Roman theatre.

For Jean-Guy, the first seconds of contact with a new space are critical: What do we hear, where do we look? How does this space make us feel? Now silent and alert, our group fans out into the Roman theatre from backstage. Jean-Guy, vivid in his blue peasant shirt and white straw hat, moves immediately down center. (He later jokes that the "center of gravity" in any room may be found wherever he is standing.) First he moves around onstage as we watch intently; next he invites us to view the stage from different parts of the house. When a workman hammers on a metal railing, Jean-Guy shushes him. After absorbing the proportions, acoustics and history of this ancient space, we move on to an indoor theatre across town.

In architecture, Jean-Guy reads our most ancient human impulses. Doorways require a decision; lobbies and loggias also interest him, and each time we cross a threshold he pauses to comment on the transition we are making. The column, he explains, is an architectural gesture linking earth and sky, human and divine. And a row of columns recreates what he believes is our deepest experience of the sacred: the pattern of sunlight slanting through deep woods.

In the ornate lobby of the Caio Melisso theatre, he talks to us about of the audience. He is deeply concerned with the primal layers of the human being who comes to the theatre - above all, his need to feel safe. For years Jean-Guy has studied the way crowds gather and disperse, stand in lines, and seats in an empty theatre. To feel safe, a human must feel contained, Jean-Guy asserts. It is the job of the physical space to nourish the audience's sense of safety and comfort. "Notice where your eyes goes as you enter the space," our teacher suggests, and as I walk into the oval jewel box, I feel my focus dart to the chandelier and then settle on the cavernous black stage space directly ahead. For Jean-Guy, this 18th-century theatre is problematic: He demonstrates how the side walls curve towards the stage, meeting - in the mind's eye - at a point just a few feet upstage of the footlights. When an actor steps outside this imaginary oval, he is no longer totally connected to the audience. This theatre creates two worlds - one for the audience, another for the performer.

Next we move around the corner to a larger theatre space, remodeled in the 19th-century. Onstage, a strike is underway for one of the operas presented during the recent Spoleto Festival. As we talk, a boisterous stage crew takes apart the set and hauls it out a small door upstage. For Jean-Guy, the urge to hang onto the past for its own sake is a problem, and he approaches these architectural relics without reverence. But when someone challenges him, "Okay, so why would you stage anything here besides a 19th-century Italian opera?" Jean-Guy calmly ticks off the advantages of any indoor theatre: so that you can have quiet, control the lighting, sell tickets to an audience. We may have to use less-than-ideal theatre spaces, but the question to ask is, "How can we help the space in the right direction?"

A Meditrerranean summer day is like getting two for the price of one. After a languorous three-hour interlude in Spoleto, the light at 4 p.m. is still strong, promising hours of daylight ahead. Feeling suddenly energized, I complete my jo ha kyu assignment, then head downstairs to join the others in the La MaMa studio.

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