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General meeting of the Libertarian Party of Union Co, NC. We had a great meeting last month, and we are looking to build on that.
Yelo were selected to take part in a competition to improve and build on an existing church community space. We presented a proposal that revitalised the existing interior space and created a new rear extension to replace the existing poor quality one.
A large part of our designs were informed by the need for flexible space that could be used by different groups at different times but that would cater to them all. As such we envisioned an array of interior space that could be opened up and linked, or partitioned off depending on requirements. This included a cafe/co-working space and a double height hall with mezzanine level that could be used as viewing or event space.
We also recognised the importance of the exterior features and aesthetic of the building. A new minimal entrance was designed for access from the main street, while a new main entrance was added at the proposed rear extension, with signage indicating the way. The separate entrances allowed the building to retain its conservative presence in a historic street while providing larger access off street to avoid pedestrian congestion. A large planter was introduced that overlapped with the vehicular access road, forcing traffic to naturally slow down.
A female writer lives in an imaginary country without free speech. Language is distorted by the governing dictatorship and centralized religious authorities. (This distortion is represented symbolically first by a musical collage—a recording of political speeches in seven languages, including words of a trial after Chinese culture revolution, a Stalin speech, a Hitler speech, a Mussolini speech, a FDR speech, a Taliban recording, and a young Japanese Nazi speech, and second by a religious organ music) In this depressed and restrictive environment, people shout meaningless and ridiculous slogans. Meanwhile, the writer suffers painfully because her waking consciousness stands out among the fury of the world. After a long period of depression, the writer gradually becomes an aphasic. She cannot control her words whether it is in writing or speaking. Her language disorder causes her to act crazily. On one hand, she keeps repeating “pink” (the symbol for vulgar in the libretto) obsessively; on the other hand, her sober consciousness stimulates her nausea towards society. An important sentence of the first act is “people are dolls that are manipulated by society, morality, government, religions, nationalism, class contradictions, boundaries, majorities, norm!” At the end of Act One, the writer completely loses herself in the mental disease, isolating her from the world.
In Art Two, “Colors of Obsessions” expands to other colors, as the writer starts her inner-self journey. Each color symbolizes an extremely painful life experience: black for dictatorship; white for nihilism; red for violence; green for claustrophobia, yellow for fury, and blue for sorrow. Colors are the all-pervasive pain, which fills the writer’s soul. The seven colors’ journey also symbolizes a path going towards the highest level of wisdom, the “purple heaven”. Although the writer commits suicide at the end of the opera, her soul flies to the purple paradise; she achieves the wisdom that cannot be found during her lifetime.
Act One, Scene 1 (Prelude): A devil makes poison by putting different colors’ ink into one container. Each color symbolizes a thinking illness.[/caption]
Act One, Scene 2: A female writer lives in an imaginary Country without free speech. In this land, language is distorted by doverning dictatership and centralized religious authorities. After a lond period of depression, the writter gradually becomes an aphasic. She repeats "pink" (the symbol for vulgar in the libretto) obsessively.” width=”225″ height=”300″ class=”size-medium wp-image-17″ /> Act One, Scene 2: A female writer lives in an imaginary Country without free speech. In this land, language is distorted by doverning dictatership and centralized religious authorities. After a long period of depression, the writter gradually becomes an aphasic. She repeats “pink” (the symbol for vulgar in the libretto) obsessively.[/caption]
Act One, Scene 4: Soprano paint a large paper to pink crazily, and singing: “Pink is the criminal behavior that transcended language; pink is the barbarity that transcended civilization, pink is the nausea that transcended emotions, pink is the longing that transcended reality.”
Act Two, Scene 5: The writter stands inside 7 cages of seven colors. The colors reflect the prelude’s seven colors of ink. The colors of ink symbolized the thinking illnesses and the poison in the prelude, but now they symbolize the writter’s spiritual shackles.[/caption]
Act Two, Scene 6: In the writter’s delusional world, she flies to a purple heaven—the highest level of wisdom, where she finds relief and liberty.[/caption]
Act Two, Scene 7: The writter wakes uo from her purple delusion and drinks the poison that was prepared by the devil in the prelude. Writter ends the opera by stating: "the thuth has died, the wisdom reborn."” width=”225″ height=”300″ class=”size-medium wp-image-31″ /> Act Two, Scene 7: The writter wakes uo from her purple delusion and drinks the poison that was prepared by the devil in the prelude. Writter ends the opera by stating: “the thuth has died, the wisdom reborn.”
“Colors of Obsessions” is dedicated to thirteen suicidal writers, symbolically represented in the libretto by the “thirteen dead angels” who appear in the female writer’s dreams: Sarah Kane, Haizi, Ernest Hemingway, Akutagawa Kyunesuke, Sylvia Plath, Stenfan Zweig, Virginia Woolf, Anne Sexton, Sergei Yesenin, Henri Maupassant, Yasunari Kawabata, Sappho, and Sara Teasdale. I grew up reading their profound literature works. They dedicated their lives to art that is everlasting. While I continue to be inspired by their works, I feel their suicidal deaths are like a nightmarish transmigration. Their works and deaths leave me a speechless intensity that has to be expressed through music. The suicide of writers to me is a very serious cultural and spiritual phenomenon with complicated reasons including: an excessive dedication to art; the conflict between imaginative worlds and reality; the sensitivity of seeing through the weaknesses of human nature; and the over-exposure of personal emotions, causing nervous breakdowns. I want to explore this phenomenon further through the depiction of a writer’s inner-self journey from creative life to death.
I’ve always been thinking, (close half lights) what makes a human’s soul? The sensitive nerves, the subtle pains, the continuing spilt personalities during the process of growing up, and the radical, inevitable human natures. The four parts functioning together within each individual’s thinking makes a human’s soul.
(Spot light on soprano, dark stage, there’s a few seconds in between when you can change the lights) She exists without a soul, and frozen inside the free emptiness. (Pitch dark on stage during players whisper about 30 seconds)
(Open all lights before this) Delusion and reality, society and individual, fury and peace, happiness and pain, loyalty and betrayal, belief and desperation, freedom and bondage, nobility and shame, wisdom and ignorance! Everything is vague! Everything us fake! Language is being distorted, language is being destroyed!
(Turn on and turn off all the lights quickly during this part , to make a theatrical unstable effect, then slow turn off all lights when the organ staying on the last 2 long chords)
Is wisdom to heavy for people to bear? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13!!!!! (Open all lights)
Welcome to the reality! Look at the broken city, it’s full of pink doll that made by humans. Pink lights, pink sky, pink hair, pink girl, pink…..mask, mask of immensity. We are Sharing a huge mask! A heavy and breathless mask, that made of man-made ignorance. Gradually, uniqueness decays.
People are dolls (Pink lights on) that manipulated by society, morality, government, religions, nationalism, class contradictions, boundaries, majorities, norm! And norm! ( shift to normal lights, no pink color)
My body is a sleeping doll; my soul is painful straggling consciousness. They are fighting inside and tearing me up into parts.
Pink illness had been scattered on the painful ground; boundless world had been covered by the ignorance veils; violence had penetrated everything; forces had killed languages!
(After all players whisper again, when they stop whisper, turn off pink lights then open only half lights on stage in the music before the next aria come in)
(Open all the lights with the soprano singing “ideal me”) Ideal me, small me, great me, real me, altogether building a revolution that never ends!
(Turn on, turn off quickly in this section while soprano shouting through a megaphone and electronic are the background) Pink is the criminal behavior that transcended language; pink is the barbarity that transcended civilization, pink is the nausea that transcended emotions, pink is the longing that transcended reality. (With the electronic end, turn off all the lights, until the second act begins)
I forced (Open all lights) vomited meaningless words just for responding to the untruthful conversations!!!!
In black, the brutal storm robs me of freedom, and left me the eternal question that has no answer. My mysterious and deep delusions finally condense into a mere square of black ice.
In white, I’m facing to the boundless emptiness and all-pervasive pain. Tell me, how to bear the absurd life? I clearly knew there’s nothing can ever fulfill the intense emotions inside me, nor anything deep enough connected to me.
I red, (Open all lights) my blood calls out self that was lost so long ago. I hide in mist, reject memories. My rage is without end, and directs my passion and talent, the ultimate catharsis.
In green, (Green lights on) I’m watching my dying youth, it cuts me open into two parts; one laughs loudly, one cries silently. Only the two inner-selves can truly be in love with each other. Green understands that the riddling bodies deceive men and women.
In yellow, the sight of witch-hunt became an angry sword, slashing out from my heart, piercing out from my heart. I nobly wonder forever and keep bleeding on the blinding yellow ground.
In blue, (Open blue lights) my ideal love fades away from the innocent tears, as transparent as the sky, as wispy as the sky. I picked up the unbearable dignity; I drown myself into the dark blue ink.
In pink, (Open pink lights) the arrogant and vulgar excludes my pure and absolute being, I thought I could protect my girlhood dream in the cruel adult world. I was wrong, the dream will never come true, it is already broken.
At the end of the world, (Turn off and turn on all lights quickly) colors symbolize everything! Destruction and rebirth are happening at the same time. The frozen eternity is sealed inside the nightmarish transmigrations.
(Open all light before this) The ambiguity of human nature is determined to destroy the purity, the weaknesses of human nature are determined to turn our languages to lines!
Idealism sublimes nobly, (Purple lights on) and illuminates the desolate reality. My poems become my wings that take me to the purple fairyland. Purple connect to purple, purple depends on purple. Sacred lights eases all the pains and forgives all the desires. My heavy, bright-colored and gleaming goddess, your eyes have collected the precious wisdom of colors. The radiance from your body shrouds into the whole future time!
“To be or not to be, that is the question”–that is the eternal question with such strong power and sober implications. Yiguo’s second chamber opera — a melodrama exploring a female writer’s inner journey towards suicide — makes a philosophical statement on the inevitable conflicts between life and death. The libretto’s almost morbid pessimism combine with the musics’ exaggerate expressionism and polystylism to produce an artistic totality. In the opera’s symbolic language, the absurd, scattered, and abstract words contain various meanings and thoughts.
Besides purple, the other seven colors are not only the extremely painful experiences of life, but also the path towards “purple”–the top level of wisdom, the heaven of intelligent atheist.