Inside the elevator the lights went out

‘I-Reflexes’ is an exploration of the sudden-movement-impulse responses to sounds coming from communication devices in the environment. The piece captures the improvisational interaction of three performers: a solo dancer, a visual media artist and musician, and a sonic artist, and it involves audience participation through the mediation of cell phones.

As the choreography and original music composition evolves and loops, the soundscape of improvisation created by the audience and sonic artist interaction starts to merge, proposing new dynamics of movement.

I - Reflexes - Original Composition

Variations On A Resentful Cry

'Each for Other' 
Contemporary Dance Piece Coreographed by Jack Webb
Commissioned by Maiden Voyage Company
Performed at Ulster Museum, 10th Match 2018

Each for Other

Waiting (Con Tempo Quartet)

Bajo Lo Alto - For Alto Flute Bass Flute And Electronics

Live recording at DIT, Dublin Ireland.
June 2018

Waiting - excerpt

Friccion

Live at 'Sala Pablo Neruda'
Santiago de Chile 2019

Choreography: Paula Guzzanti
Music: Martin Devek

‘I-Reflexes’ is an exploration of the sudden-movement-impulse responses to sounds coming from communication devices in the environment. The piece captures the improvisational interaction of three performers: a solo dancer, a visual media artist and musician, and a sonic artist, and it involves audience participation through the mediation of cell phones.

As the choreography and original music composition evolves and loops, the soundscape of improvisation created by the audience and sonic artist interaction starts to merge, proposing new dynamics of movement.

I - Reflexes 2019

Tierra Sellada explores the devastating impact of plastic in the world’s oceans. Using extended techniques on both violin and cello, the piece draws upon words specially written by the poet Maria McManus.

2019

Yesterday

I  saw a woman
your age
flush brine 
into the gullet 
of a shearwater 
until it spewed up
netting, rope,
small toys, 
price tags, branding labels,
twine, fishing line, 
gadgets, gismos, widgets,
carrier bags mistaken for fish –  a bird so full 
of debris, it would 

have     starved to death

had she not trapped it        

let     IT        go.


****

Your scalded wound
is flushed with saline;
skin lanced, 
the plasma leaching,
drained. 

The wash, like sea-water
cleansing,
healing.
 
1998

You were six

the day you learned to swim –
a day as perfect, little one, 
as any we shared.

A shell, a stone, some dandelions,
a daisy chain crown
were charms –
gifts
you threw into the ocean 
until the cadence of the water
breached, 
a pod  of whales appeared 
and stayed with us
the wild enchanted hours.
 
1992

The year you were born, my love,
a cargo ship from China shed its load
mid-Pacific
- the container doors split open
and 29000 rubber ducks, 
(each complete with sunglasses)
fell into the mid-Pacific gyre.

They drifted on the tide 
in all directions –
to Alaska

Chile

Hawaii
South Africa
Australia
Indonesia

and through the Baring Straits
into the Arctic 
east and east and east
to the Atlantic,
                                   swirling
to America,
Ireland   Scotland

Others
trapped
within the vortex
and
are still there.

https://mariamcmanus.wordpress.com

Martin Della Vecchia