Audio Feedback

14 Jun

All I saw was the leg. I saw the mannequin leg and the name of the exhibit, “American Leg” and I figured, “Yeah, why not?”

Legs seem to be the most utilitarian sexualized female body part out there. Perhaps hands if you’re going the hand fetish route, but it’s not a route as well worn as the sexualization of the female leg route. And it’s not as though men don’t have legs either. Legs are meant to come in pairs and get you from point A to point B, yet somehow we’ve found a way to detach the female leg and trap it in idolatry.

So when The Cultch Theatre asked me, along with 4 other people determined young enough to call “youth” if we wanted to work with the CAG and VIVO (Video In/Video Out) on an audio project responding to the artists currently displayed in the gallery, I said, “Yeah, why not?”

Then I researched Josephine Mecksepher and saw the leg. Because I can’t make music worth recording and because I do write plays, my audio contribution was a conversation between two girls about whether they’d amputate their leg for money. It doesn’t have CAG-class, but I suppose that’s what makes the CAG so classy, they don’t seem to mind.

Audio artists include, Irene Chou, Mike Johnston, Josephine Mitchell, Mark Charles and Michael Wadham. Mentors include VSO resident composer, Edward Top and audio artist Brady Marks.

The pieces are available to hear at the Contemporary Art Gallery, 555 Nelson Street, Vancouver, B.C. Wednesday-Sunday 12-6. June 9th-September 2nd.

One Response to “Audio Feedback”

  1. laura June 15, 2012 at 9:15 am #

    “She remembered how, as a young man, she had insisted that women must be obedient, chaste, scented , and exquisitely apparelled. “Now I shall have to pay in my own person for those desires,” she reflected; “for women are not (judging by my own short experience of the sex) obedient, chaste, scented, and exquisitely apparelled by nature. They can only attain these graces, without which they may enjoy none of the delights of life, by the most tedious discipline. There’s the hair-dressing,” she thought, “that alone will take an hour of my morning; there’s looking in the looking-glass, another hour; there’s staying and lacing; there’s washing and powdering; there’s changing from silk to lace and from lace to padausoy; and there’s being chaste year in year out….” Here she tossed her foot impatiently, and showed an inch or two of calf. A sailor on the mast, who happened to look down at the moment, started so violently that he missed his footing and only saved himself by the skin of his teeth. “If the sight of my ankles means death to an honest fellow who, no doubt, has a wife and family to support, I must, in all humanity, keep them covered,” Orlando thought. Yet her legs were among her chiefest beauties. And she fell to thinking what an odd pass we have come to when all a woman’s beauty has to be kept covered, lest a sailor may fall from a mast-head. “A pox on them!” she said, realising for the first time, what, in other circumstances, she would have been taught as a child, that is to say, the sacred responsibilities of womanhood.”
    Orlando (chapter four) Virginia Woolf

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