Showing posts with label Natalja Heybroek. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Natalja Heybroek. Show all posts

Friday, 28 August 2015

And the fish flies ♓ I got a website







I want to be the best I can be to render myself useful for existence. 
 



The fish flies, I have a website:

There's a page with my portfolio. There's my About. There's also a shop page, it's still to be filled, but the intention is all there. There's a section all dedicated to my project Felice, for the book, the performance, the paintings and illustrations, and more (it will keep growing, there's much that not here nor on the Facebook page I have posted yet).
I'm so much in love with my website!

I made it with WordPress.org and installing an Organic Theme, which turned out as a very smooth choice; I like their style and I appreciated their kind helpfulness on the forum. If you're thinking about building your website and you're up to spend some money on a theme, personally my thumb is up for them.

The .gif above was done with the rotoscope technique, which always gives me a terrible pleasure of freedom. (And since .gif are finally getting more supported by websites and are fun, well, consider sharing my messy banner, if you like it. Smuack!)

Much more freedom is also what I'll feel now for my blog, because in the last years I was treating it a bit too much like a portfolio instead of enjoying it more spontaneously as a narrative tool. Now that I got a more proper platform to organize my art, I will finally get back to the lighter stream that this place was till some years ago. It will be a little more like a journal, let's say. Probably I will also use it to express more explicitly some opinions non strictly related to my projects or to art, but most of all, I will be probably posting more sketches, work in progress, divertissement and any kind of small thing.
Basically, my website is now the showcase –– genuinely mine, but all well dusted and organized. And this blog, instead, is my home, folks, and in my home I do not remove the spider webs


…Speaking of which, and speaking of spontaneity and little, little things, there is a video I've been almost hiding for months, here to you, out of the blue. Please, steal six minutes of silence from your daily roar, if you want to join my trance.





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Now, as thanking is one of my favourite activity, some of the big thanks for my website (trying not to thank each bee and leaf, so that perhaps I won't loose ALL my readers, nor my night…).

Thanks to all my dear freaks who I bothered while I was struggling to find the perfect url. (Including that critique that I skipped.)

Thanks to Natalja Mara Heybroek, who brilliantly helped my Statement for the About page.
That manifesto makes me feel terribly good and her gentle and wise touch was mind blowing.

And thanks to Rib., who deserved a thanking page only for that; what she did is too much to explain. Even after several months, I didn't make it yet to let her understand.
She's a tiny, tender mystery.




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(   …Oh, ohhh man, it feels so good to be back here!

I hope you enjoyed the spiderwebs and that you don't mind the dust.





Welcome in my haven.
Relax, and laugh.  (:   )

Saturday, 15 March 2014

{Odes to the light} ::: Photographs from A White Summer, plus three things connected to it




I'm finally finding my time to talk some more about A White Summer, the performance I and Natalja Heybroek made in Amsterdam, at the Vondelpark, the past June. But don't worry, while I rumble you can enjoy some of the photographs taken by Marilù Pace and edited by Dorotea Pace. More of the pictures are also on the Natalja's Facebook page and on my Behance.







Me, Natalja and Marilù, during the preparation


First thing
THE MUSIC

If you watched the video of the performance, you, who knows, may had doubts and wonders, but I bet you were feeling a perfectly harmonic match with the music, didn't you? Yes, I know.

Well, there is a story to tell.



The night after the performance, I opened my editing software with all the video footage.
About the audio, I and Natalja didn't have straight plans, we improvised most of the performance, but the idea was to use the original audio from the park and to maybe add a bit of music, but keeping it more like a documentary than like a music video. Something like that. And we didn't know which music to use, although I pictured before that Heidi Harris' atmosphere could easily fit ours. And I knew Heidi were happy with that, she told me many times when we were working at her music video Animal Insect that I had to feel free about her music. But nothing was sure and even still had to let her know about I was doing.
Anyway, that night I was feeling inspired to edit, so I started to browse Heidi's songs, looking for the right one. I started to select some tracks and I sent her an e-mail to have the original files, because I had only some on my computer. In those hours, though, Heidi wasn't online and I was too inspired to wait. Furthermore, I already had the one that I was probably liking better, Carved In.
So I tried to put that song in the timeline of the software. First I putted the whole track there with a whole uncut videoclip, just as starting point, thinking to move them soon – as often one does when edits video without a storyboard. Let's see how the audio and video tracks go together. So, random, I played the timeline as it was. And how was it? Man. How was it.


(When I noticed the framed portrait in the Helena Sanders' atelier where we got ready, I think I screamed for joy.
If you also recognise that asshole, you win a kiss-thought.)

That's how it was: already totally synchronised. Yep.
When Heidi watched it, afterwards, she said that it looks like the video is made for the song – or vice versa.
Thing is: of course there are cuts that we decided to put to show many moments of our long performance, since the beginning till the end in a few minutes, but that first clip looked like it was already cut on the audio track.
That fuckin' inspired night, when I watched all that harmony shaped chaos, I was sincerely shocked and moved, I couldn't really believe my eyes.
I would you to understand at least the strongest instants (apart of all the sweet shades which lovely create this match)…
On the bridge, at 03:01 a growing far sound reaches us and the song has a sudden and charming turning point into an experimental parenthesis without refrains or anything which you can predict. If you opened the previous link, you see how the camera follows those strings because it's following that dog, who suddenly left. And then the camera turns again on me: each its movement, the zoom, each movement of my neck and of my gaze, are just perfectly reacting to the music. I swear: when this happened on my monitor without any editing, I had goosebumps, maybe I cried. I had this huge sensation all that was designed. But not by us, not by anyone of us.
At that point, of course I let the video go, to see what was next.
Please, I want to make it clear: I know you now see some cuts: again, that's because we had much more footage and much more performance to show, so we added further parts on this main clip I'm telling played so specially. But we didn't move it, we just putted other moments "on" it in the timeline, so what was on a certain timing before by itself, from that clip, still it's there. With just some extra glimpses from other moments (which also fit it marvellously, I must say). If you are a little confident with editing software or the concept of the layers, this is very easy to understand.
From 04:13 I shake Natalja's knees and from the song a sort of waterfall just dresses the scene.
Everything is happening in those minutes looks synchronised by magic to me.
How at 05:05 the Heidi's voice finally comes back like by the awakening after a trance and the camera looks disorientated as well.
She says "and you can go". While the camera goes, clearly hold by someone (who is Dorotea, Dorotea, thank you, Dorotea…). You can go, and the that someone responses…
At 05:37.
At 05:37.
Well, this is the only moment Natalja and I moved a little further, editing during the following weeks, but in the beginning… in the beginning I was hugging the tree exactly when Heidi sings "my friend". Still the two things coincide, she sings that when we hug the tree.
When this "happened" that my first editing night, I was liking very much this sweet idea that this way looked like the friend from Heidi's voice was that tree. But that's just because we are damned tree huggers, of course.
I didn't know there was much more, pretty hot to handle…
We discovered it only when, the following day, Heidi watched the preview that I sent her and goosebumps and tears went on her skin too…
This is something very personal from Heidi's life, so, please, read it with all your kindness.

This song, Carved In, is dedicated to a Heidi's friend. A friend who she lost – that's what she felt.
All the album Cut the Line is about a loss and I knew this before by Heidi, working on its artwork, but I didn't know anything about this loss. No clue about which kind of loss this was. Never asked.
But when I sent the video preview to Heidi, she had to tell me this story, about the friend she lost.
When she was watching this totally unexpected performance from us, she was very impressed already because of how the Friendship idea shines so much, in this video. That's no surprise, I and and Natalja have a wonderful connection, but it's funny because the friendship itself wasn't among the concepts we wanted to explore; we wanted more to explore the freedom, the nature. But, yeah, what we have done was possible because we were playing within the kingdom of the love, of the friendship. And that's what was first powerful to Heidi's eyes: a friendship of two women, on her song about a friendship of two women.
And this could be enough. Instead it is not all.
That friend, that friend she called while we hug the tree, that friend, during their break point, that friend had a tree as avatar.
Trees were already symbolising that specific friend, to Heidi.


A while after our performance, after years, Heidi told me that she found that friend again.




(You know, sometimes you can go through very hard troubles even with your loved ones. Remember all you have to do is to communicate, to share…)





Second thing
THE BODIES


…We are free, we don't care, we are open minded, we are true, we may walk totally naked among strangers. That's more or less how we felt.
When we watched the video footage, though, both of us were somehow ashamed. How much skin! Bums! Bums! Bums!
The first time I watched I was alone and I have to admit I got a very extreme reaction of pain: pain watching my body and, frame by frame, noticing imperfections, maybe those dear feminine shadows somewhere. Yay. I was understanding that it was stupid and I was twice ashamed of myself because I should not have such a mentality, but so it was. I remember some moments feeling all my blood coming to my face and feeling liquid eyes because of how strong was the shame and the pain, the doubt about what I had done, going around that way – plus that ironic awareness of having all these thought on a video which should instead be a hymn to the freedom.
I was feeling like an inappropriate sack of potatoes. And contemplating how Natalja is lucky instead, with a body that allows her to do no matters what, always being so greatly elegant.
So, while editing that night, I left more shots with her perfect shapes and I cut some which didn't make me feel comfortable at all.



Then the video was in Natalja's hands, she kept editing it as well on her own.
When I went to her place to see together her changes, she told me she putted some more shots with my body instead of hers, because she was a little ashamed of her that nudity around.
How ironic is this?
So I told her my feelings and we had to laugh loud as we know how to do. And she also blamed me a bit, because, of course, my feelings were way far from the concepts we celebrated ourselves.



I'm very happy I went through this little experience, because I could actually realise better and better where this society brings and improve my awareness, therefore now I'm telling this with much lightness and smiles – and it's pretty cool, thinking to those stupid hours of fears: fear of being judged, for sure, fear of not being liked. I know it's ridiculous, that's why I'm telling it.
I'm lucky, in the end, and I have my ways to love my body as it is, thanks to myself, plus thanks to who loves me, but I know many women (and men) keep missing their beauty: that's horrible.
If you don't like yourself, please, do try to get rid of all the layers of bullshits collected in our minds.
Maybe you're beautiful and you don't know it.
And, by the way, the point is this that, ok, I really believe light and love can make beautiful everyone, but still someone is, well, way less beautiful than others, probably… Right? Well, if this is true, the point is that we should not be ashamed of our bodies, anyway. FUCK!
How much this society is fucked up. How much. Even in all these stupid fuckin' details. How much.
But, please, keep fighting and hoping and loving.
We can change it.
Things are changing.
Really.









…And here the third thing is, finally. The third thing is definitely the most important.




Third thing
THE PUPPIES!!!
(Do you remember the dog?)


These little too-cute too-tender too-soft white thingies run towards us crossing a meadow fast as hell as soon as they saw us; like a call, like they were just looking for us, like they saw their far beloved twins, the two white thingies reached the other two biggest two white thingies, when our performance was just done and we were laughing the emotions away. It was really too funny, the jumped on us like brothers and sisters, like they recognised us.


Furthermore, after some months, I noticed a curious detail in a picture of the moments before our preparation…




Question is: …is that dog behind one of the puppies?




(Oh, what an interesting question!!! Isn't it?)










Saturday, 26 October 2013

A White Summer






So. Here we are. Me and my thoughtmate Natalja Heybroek.

There is a story I desire to tell about this performance.

But now I feel it's time to only kindly watering you with our Whiteness without whispering anything else (here where Natalja does it her way).



Please, open your lungs and come in.










Thanks again to Marilù and Dorotea Pace, for the upcoming photographs and the shots.

Thanks to Helena Sanders, for giving us her lovely atelier as our base.

Thanks to Heidi Harris, for her song Carved In.

Thanks to Carved In itself.




Thanks to life, for letting me create with these beautiful people.



Come again, if you like to peek some magic more.



Love,
Eleonora

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Six Months In A Roll



That joy I wish most of you still knows
of discovering the photographs from a roll you exposed a long ago.


Cees and Natalja

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The following pictures are from Copenhagen and the first part was in another roll I already posted
among other tributes to the rhythme.
I can see you

Gianvito and Giulia

Christiania 
Christiania 
Christiania

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The next ones are from Errolan's rehearsal, in February.










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Dogs, good music and gezellig.





And Masha.











Cheers,
to the Friendship!

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Some intense eye contact

Express ourselves and share is a topic that I deeply care and rock definitely helped my way in understanding that when I was little. Rock came just in time, I was twelve and I was just gonna accurately build a nice and strong wall, when The Wall taught me to have the braveness to stay naked out of our boundary
                                   and share. 

In the years my idea evolved a lot and for a long chapter of my life I was stuck in the firm belief that each human is an island and the idea of the communication is simply impossible. But I never lost the certainty that we have to try anyway, that's our way.

Now I'm twenty-four and I can tell that after many troubles in human relationships, in the end the pacification always came in that moment in which we finally arrived to an honest opening, saying the truth, in even all the eventual fragilities. It happened when we truly communicated.

Now I'm twenty-four and it's more then one year then I even think that actually we are NOT islands and I finally can have an opinion far from reductionism: I clearly felt too strongly my consciousness out of myself (yes, I have to use exactly these words again and I will more and more).

Well, although sometimes my perception tells me precisely about the reality, I guess that I'll never know for sure what's the consciousness and where it is; I have to deal with it and indeed I already told to my own Ulysses to learn also how to enjoy the clouds, the wind, the sunshine and the park over there (and "do nothing", mentioning my dear Masha's motto). Nevertheless, I'll keep also enjoying this cute human attempt to the knowledge.


Meanwhile, I keep communicating

 and I try to do it as best as I can, aware of the special power can stroke us going by art.


The Amanda Fucking Palmer TED talk is something that I'd like to share with anybody has to communicate (which means exactly anyone, yes, unless that you already really know yourself on the good way), above all with artists.




The 7th of July I went to Tivoli, in Utrecht, with my thoughtmate Natalja, for the concert of Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra and I felt desperately thankful to finally be in front of a stage which was a trampoline to the crowd and not a pedestal (yop, she surfed on us too, by the way, and it has been amazing). The people too was finally warm and nice and I finally felt back my dear sensation of being surrounded by my "family", as I wish to can still perceive the honest rockers.
The exchange which Amanda describes in her talk actually happened and The Grand Theft Orchestra is fuckin' cool.


Jherek Bischoff
Natalja, plus one of the flower that Amanda thrown to the people
Chad Raines



I'M NOT A KILLING TYPE


A girl almost collapsed during the concert; this is the super fast sketch I made when she passed in the middle of the crowd helped by two friends
Jherek Bischoff


In the end of the concert Amanda was behind the stand of the merchandising, so I had the possibility of talk with her. I said one short thing which in my mind is connected with the previous topic of the consciousness. She… she totally disagreed. Then I just get shy and confused and I babbled something. The day after, although I was travelling, very busy and potentially full of any other kind of personal thoughts, my mind was all the time tuned on her answer, swinging continuously from my idea and hers, trying to understand which is the best one, or if the the way is another third again. Above all, I kept contemplating the doubtless speed with which she contradicted me. It's still fresh in my memory and I observe it, probably learning something from it.



I am sure about one thing: the intensity of her eye contact.