WONDER EXHIBIT BRAINSTORMING

As we get into planning the Wonder Exhibit, members will be asked, from time to time, to

respond to questions designed to stimulate online creative brainstorming.  The results of the sessions will be stored on this Page so that anyone can go here to view them instead of having to sort through numerous single discussion entries on the google group site.

EXERCISE #2  FANTASY EXHIBIT

Since we have some time before meeting on the 5th of April, I thought it might be fun do some more online riffing.  We heard from a lot of you about an exhibit or performance that you attended which contained elements of Wonder.  Imagine now that you were offered all the money and space you needed to showcase your own creativity.  All you need to do to put on your exhibit or performance is write a brief proposal outlining what you plan to do.
Share your proposal with the wonder crowd on this list.  When we meet in a couple of weeks, we will have to abide by the rules of reality.  Here you don’t have to.  Hopefully we will hear from some of you who did not respond before. I’ll submit mine in the next day or so.
Regards,
Steve Wilson
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Hi Wonder Group:

Multi-sensory Experience is what probably best describes my vision for a Wonder Exhibit

An EXPERIENCE where all the senses of the attendees are involved – attendees include the artists – as they participate, immerse themselves and BECOME the art.

Visual images and sculptures, stationary as well as projected as slides and film; textures and dimensionality with an open invitation to touch and even manipulate the materials; color-changing LED lights and motion-sensitive lights and music; scents associates with colors and the art on display; recorded guided visualizations with headsets and mats available, so people can sit or lay down while listening to one; food to be tasted while blindfolded; opportunity to move with music and/or following a sequence on a screen…more to come…

Then stations with paper and pens so people can process the experience in journaling; and maybe using the couch idea to have people sit down and being interviewed at the end…

Oh, it could take a whole day!

I wonder…

Alessandra

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I had this critiqued by my sister. Her suggestions and comments are in fuchsia. I have deleted my word “space” following “cubicle”.

Okay, I did my suggestions in this color and used { } for stuff I would delete. I realize I have used “cubicle” to a sickening level but I think it makes it less confusing. I figured by the last two, they should have the warren firmly established in their heads. You know, this could be one long but convoluted passage with an exit from each cubicle to the next blank wall, left wall, then cubicle. I suppose that is how you envisioned it in the first place rather than people turning around and coming out the passage they went in, huh? This might be fun for you to draw out and see where it takes you.

“Can’t See the Tree for the Forest” is my reminder that we are so inundated with sights, sounds, tastes, and life that we don’t know what is right in front of us. My exhibit is intended to pull our attention from modern life’s “noise” to the misery and the wonder, (and the wonder in the midst of wonder) that is in our own yard or just down the block or across the street or on the way to ??? Hopefully the viewer will be challenged to think, at least for a moment, about what he can do about the misery or that he will glimpse the wonder available to all of us.
The exhibition hall would be set up like one of the “rabbit warrens” used by so many large corporations for the office staff. There are dividers setting off small areas in cubicles. You move from one cubicle to another as you go through the exhibit. But you cannot enter the cubicle directly. You need time to “cool down”. So when you “enter each cubicle ” you face a blank wall, a small one, then turn left, then enter the cubicle on your right (as you enter a public restroom).
The first wall as you turn left is covered with pictures/paintings of starving people and animals. You enter the cubicle. In this barren area, a ragged homeless family sits on a curb, hollow eyes staring at you in silence. A tiny wasted girl, the youngest, holds a dead kitten. She is crying. In front of the group is a battered, empty bowl. The man has his arm around the woman’s shoulders. The boy rests against her. He holds the girl’s free hand.
Another left wall is covered with pictures/paintings of rioting, fighting, warring people. Inside the cubicle one old person sits in a rocking chair (very Norman Rockwell), cuddling a baby.
A third left wall is a riot of color with flowers everywhere. Inside the cubicle, on a simple pedestal, is one perfect flower.
Another left wall is plastered with comic-book-notation of noise (slam, bam, splat, crash, etc) over a picture depicting traffic or construction. Loudspeakers are blaring the sounds represented by the pictured scene. Inside the cubicle, the only sound is of a small musical group playing.
Yet another left wall is covered by a collage of all sorts of food and drink. Inside the cubicle, a tea-master is performing the tea ceremony for a few people.
On the next left wall are pictures/paintings of storms, floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, and war and the devastation they cause. Inside the cubicle is a single representation of a sunrise.
Next is a left wall of monitors showing speakers haranguing crowds: I.e., Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, etc. Inside is a poet softly reading poetry.
And on the last left wall divider is represented a dark forest with crowded trees. Inside is one small tree just beginning to leaf out.
The visitors would leave by a different door than the one they used to enter, preferably after walking down a dimly lit hallway. (If I were building this, the last cubicle with the small tree would have an exit with your hallway.)

I’ll give my idea to you. I’ll work for free. But I will NOT wear that white uniform jacket with all the buckles in back!

In Gassho,
Seido
Gassho again,
Seido

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Jake Sensei’s Wonderful Fantasy Exhibit: “Ducati Sounds Bring Tears to the Mona Lisa!”

Manoj said this one didn’t have to be bound by “reality”, but maybe there is something here to be considered even if it is just the suggestion that our project might want to have a sense of humor in evidence, so here goes:
A space for people to do zazen that would change over time from being completely silent to presenting different types of lighting and sound effects, uncontrollable at first, but then being under the participant’s control. The objective is for the participant to find which combination of sights and sounds produce which kinds of reactions and whether those actions are repeatable and reproducible. The particpant would be able to make the desired changes through different body movements, both logically brought about if desired, but also a choice to put the controls on “random” ala John Cage, if desired.

After an individual has completed the project to his/her satisfaction he/she joins in with others to create a group that comes to its own conclusions by following the same instructions. These individual and group results are then shared with everyone to see if other individuals and groups have the same experiences. If they don’t, they share their experiences. This large group sharing takes place at a catered dinner with music performed by Bob (Dylan) – in person.

The large amount of money raised by the huge success of this project is donated to our agreed upon charity.

For a finale Jake finally tells everyone what the “different” kinds of wonder really are – at least in his mind – and everyone instantly awakens to full Buddhahood.
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Manoj

Thank you.  This is WONDER FULL.

Inspired and inspiring.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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Manoj’s Fantasy Exhibit

I won’t spend the time dreaming up a clever title for my exhibit until I receive the check in the mail from the committee reading this proposal. However, the general theme will be based on the idea that exhibit viewers are co-creators of the art; that they are largely responsible for their art experiences. This is true not just in this exhibit but any exhibit, and indeed, any life situation. The notion here is that “art appreciation” (as well as “life appreciation”) is not just liking whatever you are confronting but understanding it within some context (“the big picture” if you will).

I would divide up the exhibit space so that paintings and sculptures that I felt go together would be put in the same rooms. An important part of the exhibit experience will be for the viewers to get some sense of why they are grouped the way they are and how they speak to the idea of “art appreciation”, as described above.

Rather than having titles and information about each piece on the wall, visitors will be given the option of using “Digital Docents”; my recorded comments about each piece heard through earphones. By pressing a number associated with each piece, the visitors can listen to information, suggestions, and questions that will hopefully provide some context for its viewing. Here are some examples of the kinds of recorded information that will be offered by the Digital Docents:

1. Suggestions to increase the viewer’s awareness of their physical and mental reactions to various pieces. Before they even see any art they will be asked to observe the surroundings and their attitudes as they enter the first exhibit. This will all be done with a lightness and sense of humor which hopefully will keep the visitors engaged.

2. Suggestions to watch the breath and allow initial judgments to drop away, giving oneself the chance to “just be” with a piece regardless of first impressions. I will provide some examples of how I will often “force” myself to spend 2 minutes with paintings in museums or galleries that would otherwise provide scant attention to because they don’t initially “speak to me”.

3. Asking viewers to alter their normal go-to-a-gallery-and-look-at- pictures attitudes and assumptions by having them assume unusual physical postures while looking a piece (for example “try looking at this piece while standing on one foot).

4. Asking questions that will help the viewer relate one piece of art to another and/or become aware of how they, the viewers, are largely responsible for the nature of their viewing experience. In some cases, it will be suggested that the viewer return to a painting seen earlier and compare their reactions to the present painting.

5. For some pieces, visitors will only hear music which I’ve created on the computer or a short, simple poem associated with a piece.

6. Some pieces will be next to a computer and monitor where visitors can write their reactions and see what others have said.

7. On the gallery PA system, an official sounding voice will periodically say “May I have your attention please……………” Other sounds not usually associated with galleries will also be played at random times (e.g. bird calls, dogs barking, a Ducati starting up etc.)

8. Those rooms of art at the end of the tour will not have any recordings linked to the art pieces, allowing viewers to encounter the art without any prompting and for the art to “speak for itself”.

Afterward

I proposed this fantasy exercise mainly as sort of an “ice-breaker” so people in the group could learn more about one another. Having done the exercise myself, I found that there are some other ways it can be useful. For one, I found it useful to have to think about specifics that I would not have thought about otherwise because, after all, who wants to waste time thinking about something that will never happen. More relevant to the group however, is that the exercise can get us thinking about ways to make our project, whatever that turns out to be, full of wonder. By hearing what each of your fantasy exhibit would look like, I think we can get some ideas about how to proceed in collectively showcasing our talents. As you can tell from my response above, I’m interested in how mental set and the setting of such events can be enhanced to “wonderfulize” them. Several of the accounts of wonder experiences described in the last go around involved “peak experiences”. I’d like to hear from those who have had such experiences at art exhibits/performances, how they would try to increase the likelihood that others would have similar experiences at their fantasy exhibits. Jake talks about his emotional experience at seeing the Mona Lisa. I saw the painting under seemingly similar circumstances and only experienced annoyance. However, I did have a peak-like experience at the Getty, upon seeing a Jackson Pollack and a Monet side by side from the across the room (seeing them close up one after another had no impact at all). From that vantage point I was able to notice that both painting seemed to radiate a golden glow from within. What would Jake do to encourage such experiences while gazing at his art work? What would Jon do to recapture those good old poetry readings that he recalls in his poem “Whatever Happened to that Poetry Reading?”? I would ask the same question of all those who responded to the first exercise.

Even if you didn’t respond to the first wonder question sent out or if you don’t really relate to the “fantasy exhibit” exercise, join in on the conversation in whatever way you want to. What does wonder mean to you? Sigal told me that in Hebrew there are two separate words for what she sees as the two meanings of wonder. I’d like to hear what she sees as the two meanings of wonder. I’ve also hear Jake talk about different degrees or levels of wonder. I wonder what they are.

Wonderingly Yours,

Manoj

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EXERCISE #1

Describe an exhibit, show or cultural event that you attended that inspired Wonder in you. Give specifics about your experience and describe what it was about the event that inspired Wonder?

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Wonder Discussion

I guess Xmas qualifies as a “cultural event”. When I was probably ages 3 through 5, a holiday tradition was to drive around and see the Christmas lights. I’m sure the fact that I knew I was going to get presents the next day had something to do with it but I still remember the sense of awe and magic at seeing houses all lit up. More importantly I remember the loss of these feelings the Xmas when I first learned that there was no Santa Claus. So, for me, Wonder has some element of that kind of child -like sense of awe that I remember before I was put in touch with about reality. I still like lightshows and fireworks etc., however.

A couple of years ago I attended an art exhibition at the LA MOCA called something like “In and About Altered States”. All the works were supposedly created in an altered state, were about altered states or were supposed to induce an altered state in the audience. There was a long (maybe 35 ft) mural by a Japanese artist in sort of a psychedelic cartoon/ anime style along one wall. There was a bench at one end of the mural and since I’d been walking for a while I decided to sit down and take in the complexity of the painting. To my surprise, when I sat down, the bench began to move slowly from one end of the painting to the others. I couldn’t help giggling out loud like a kid; Wonder in the form of delightful surprise.

There were two other installations that I remember as providing another kind of wonder. One looked like a giant outdoor fire pit located in the middle of a darkened room with pillows scattered around. The “fire pit” consisted of what seemed to be a large metal grill like those used for grilling fast food covered by what looked like a vent leading up to the ceiling. Not knowing what to expect I sat down in the dark for several minutes. At some point, steam started rising up from the “grill” highlighted by different color spot lights. Another exhibit consisted of an endless film loop of flowers bobbing in the breeze. Occasionally, the camera would move to the left or the right.

In both exhibits I found my self getting bored right away and wanting to leave to see some “real art”. Then I told myself that my Zazen training should have prepared me to “sit” a bit longer with these installations. Once I reframed these events as “meditative experiences” I was able to “get into them”. The subtle camera movement, for instance, became quite thrilling once I let go of the need to be constantly stimulated. In these exhibits, once I settled in, there was a realization of how simple, everyday things can be a source of Wonder. Is that why we sit?

Hi Gang,

This is in response to Manoj’s request for “wonderful” experiences.

I’m still amazed and wonder struck at the response I had at two different art galleries. These experiences were a few years apart.  The response was the same each time and I still can’t explain why I was affected so deeply.
The first occurred the first and only time I went to France. I saw a lot of great art while visiting many galleries in Paris and other cities, but my experience occurred when I visited the Louvre. It was a very rainy day and it seemed as if all the people in Paris decided to go see wonderful art that day. The museum is large and the crowd was stifling and after a couple of hours I was wanting to leave, but I hadn’t seen the Mona Lisa yet and I knew I wanted to see her before I left. I found out what room the painting was in and when I entered the room, which itself was large, I saw that it was filled with people and I almost turned around and walked out, but as I gazed ahead of me I could see the painting of the Mona Lisa quite a distance ahead of me. It was strange because even with all of the people there my view of the painting was unobstructed and I found myself just stopped in my tracks staring intently at the painting. As I stared suddenly I was overcome with emotion and tears just began streaming down my face. I didn’t move, but stood there. I was oblivious to everyone else and didn’t care at all if someone saw me crying. I went up closer to the picture and was lost in wonder and amazement. I can’t begin to say why or what happened. It just did.
The second, and similar, experience occurred when I went to the Los Angeles County Art Museum and visited their Japanese wing which is quite beautiful. They change their exhibits there from time to time and I didn’t even know what I would be seeing. It turned out that there were several rooms with Japanese painted scrolls (I don’t know the right name for this style of painting.) These scrolls all had been painted by different Japanese Zen monks, many whose names I recognized. As I looked at these paintings I was again overcome with emotion and the tears just started flowing. I’m sure being a Zen student had something to do with it, but I have seen quite a bit of Zen related art before, even in this particular gallery, but there was something about these scrolls that moved me deeply. There were times I was laughing through the tears because several of the paintings were described as being created by the Zen monks who were certainly enjoying their sake whilst engaged in their creative endeavors. One of the wonders for me about our Zen practice is that it is just our everyday reality which never ceases to amuse and make us wonder. And sometimes our everyday reality is creating life enriching art. And enjoying a nip or two during the process.
I wonder if those monks thought about the precepts and wondered if they were clouding their minds? Can we really cloud our minds? Can we really not cloud our minds?
Thanks Manoj, for your efforts is getting this started!
Jake

Dear Friends, I vividly remember one experience that touched me deeply.  My Mom and I had travelled to the UK to join a walking tour of Wales.  We decided to start out in London for a few days.  The first day we wandered over to the British Museum, which in 1995 still housed the British Library.  We wandered into the Library’s exhibit hall, where they displayed various books (usually illuminated manuscripts) on a rotating basis.  My Mom wandered off, and I stopped to look at the case on my left.  It was labeled the Lindsfarne Gospel, and being familiar with the book, I stopped to look at the manuscript.  However, it was not the Gospel, but a book open to a page not illuminated but written in the most perfect, flowing, expressive Irish half uncial script that I have ever seen.  I don’t  read Latin very well, so the communication was entirely of form and feeling.  That manuscript book in the British library touched my heart so deeply that I had tears running down my face, which alarmed the guards, as well as my Mom.  That afternoon I gained an appreciation that something created without artifice, by surrendering to the spirit (do you want to call it “art”?),  can communicate emotion/feelings, “wonder” if you will, without “language”.  That something I can’t even read, just by it’s existence, creates a emotional response and feeling of joy.  Janet
There are so many to choose from. Here’s a recent poem that describes one.
Jon

Whatever Happened to that Poetry Reading,

the one where Angela threw lightning from the open mic

and the air sizzled and cracked with imagination?

Chris wove a mad woman’s coat from steel wool

and Catherine showed us the numinous goddess

in the shadowy chambers of her heart.

I was there, man!

Bill’s adolescence hid in a torpedo

on the bottom of the Hudson.

Heaven shot up morphine with a church spire.

A red, white, and blue wolf sprang from Rayn’s forehead

and chased away all who painted rainbows beige.

I trembled

afraid

afraid to read

because everything was so good.

Then

after 10:00

inspiration drove me home

to a blank page that glowed

blue green with hope.

Yeah,

whatever happened

to readings like that?

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Idaho has always been an ultraconservative state and in the fifties, it made Rush Limbaugh seem progressive. Evolution was barely mentioned even in High School. In my last semester in High School I obtained a job with the FBI in Washington D.C. As soon as I deciphered the street car system of the city, I worked my way to the Smithsonian (I had heard of THAT) were I found a large hall devoted to evolution. It had displays of humans from cavemen to modern man among many others dedicated to the subject. I spent hours before those “snapshots” of humanity, fascinated by them and the possibilities they represented. Of all the places to go in D.C. that hall called to me most loudly, and not only because my Bureau I.D. gave me free entry, I returned time and again, to read pamphlets and question guides. Those displays opened an entire new world to me and centered my attention on the study of people, individuals. I have never yet lost the feeling that grew there. I still love watching and listening to masses of people, a source of endless pride, amusement, and sometimes, bafflement.

That was long ago when I was young, incisive, and full of knowledge.
But I had much the same feeling just this year during my last trip to Vista.
Dan and Eloise were kind enough to offer to take me to see the kimono exhibition in Balboa Park, which of course, I grabbed onto with both hands (and teeth, and toes).

After an entry with a few preliminary (and beautiful) kimonos we tagged along with a “facilitator” who explained the origins, artistic styles, and senic/season art of the kimonos, radiating along the walls of the large room all of us, a large mass of people, had entered. He droned on, pointing this way and that. Then he related the pertinent part of the life of the artist, who had fought for Japan in Asia during World War II and was sent to a Gulag in the Soviet Union at the end of the war, for a long, although unspecified time (as I remember it). He related how the artist had gazed out over the semi-frozen ocean at the sunrises and sunsets and had found reason in that beauty to survive in a place of death. The kimonos glowed with the colors os sunrise and sunset and ice, and, although I have never seen those particular mornings and evenings, I expect with much more. They were so gorgeous! The art was inspiring! Their colors amazing! And they had beauty beyond all that.
Then I saw the short film of the artist at work making these kimonos and knew their where their true beauty found life: Their wondrous quality came from the spirit of the man who designed them, from a person who lost almost everything but regained much more than he lost, from a person who could still smile and poke fun a his short-comings after so much suffering, from one who displays the very best of “human-ness”, from a master. And again I felt a surge of pride in my species and at the same time, humility before the work of one who has shown what it means to be truly “Human”.
I hope such representations of humanity succeeding never fail to bring to me a sense of “wonder”.

More Wonder!!!
I’m just reading Dance of Days: Two Decades of Punk in the Nation’s Capital and remembered the great music scene there in the early 80s after years of lame, corporate, 1970s stadium rock. But you don’t have to believe me. See for yourselves!
Jon Wesick

An artistic experience – The first time I saw the New York City Ballet perform Concerto Borocco (to the music of the Bach Double Violin Concerto) was at the City Center Theatre before the ballet moved to Lincoln Center.  I was a new scholarship student at the School of American Ballet and stood with other scholarship girls in the cold at the stage door waiting for Mr. Balanchine to wave us in.  We hurried through backstage just as the house lights were dimming to complimentary seats in the crowded, dark and winter stuffy house.  I remember feeling enchanted, hardly breathing while watching the dancers’ perfect expression of the music through movement.  (Mr. Balanchine said he choreographed so that you could see the music and hear the dancing.) The best Balanchine company dancers performed.  There were no stage sets.  Only lighting. Dancers wore simple white and black practice tunics, leotards and tights. They were incomparably elegant, ethereal, with clean lines, precise movements, incredibly fast, unbelievably lithe and lyrical, legs that extended for miles, dancing intricate patterns that amplified the music and it was over way too soon.  Roaring applause.  Shouts from the audience, “Bravo! Brava! Bravissimo!” Flowers rained onto the stage. Deep bows. Curtain down.  I had been sitting in the audience close to legendary ballerina Maria Tallchief without realizing it.

SANDY THURLOW

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Just last week I had a “wonder” experience in the new Museum of Islamic Art here in Doha. Since things get fuzzy much past that time frame, I’ll go with that one…
What grabbed me and held me for more than an hour was an interactive exhibit on “The Book of Secrets about the Result of Thought” – an 11′th century manuscript by an Andalusian engineer who created 37 or so intricate, whimsical and ingenious designs of clocks, calendars and war machines ( boiling oil pourers and battering rams – that sort of thing). The clocks are powered by water and have numerous gears and pulleys to operate the figures, many of which spit out pebbles to keep track of the time. Not only did he draw multiple blueprints for each of his creations, he also wrote explanations down to the last little detail on how to build them. It was all incredibly complicated.
During my time in the museum, I was captivated by the designs, but what has stuck with me and gives me pause to wonder is the make-up of the man himself. He had to have been totally focused to bring to fruition those ideas of his. His accomplishments make me think about the word “obsession” and how this word often has negative overtones to it. Without obsession, though, it seems that great things would not happen. I envy this man, al-Muradi, his obsessive nature and wish I could be more obsessive about my practice.
Cory (I wrote this a while ago and being super self critical wasn’t going to send it in, but since you asked so nicely…)
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lots of wonder in my life…

a very simple one…noticing the water evaporating from the outdoor floor mats hanging on the clothesline after being soaked with our January rains…mist leaving the surface and dissipating in the crisp air…very mystical scene that stopped me for a few moments of wonder – unexpected, it’s not even warm yet!…

Thank you Jake for your encouragement in sharing what follows:

Seeing the art exhibition by TERI’s artists the other day it reminded me of how different and instinctive is to work with them. I could notice when I was present with them 100% and when I was distracted with other thoughts, at times tuning out or discouraged by how difficult it was to engage them, even in something playful and easy…working with one of the ‘guys’ 2 years ago, it was a special moment of stopping and letting observation and intuition be my guide. an adult with severe developmental disabilities, blind and deaf, and very spastic in his hand movements. What am I supposed to do here? How can I engage him? – I asked myself …then I noticed that he was bringing each object he had in his hands to his nose and smelled it, and then he was somehow able to use it accordingly, so to speak…so, I decided to try something new: I got some aromatic scents (candle and soap scent at the craft store) and the next time I had a session with him, I filled a palette with a different paint color in each well and dropped a tiny amount of scent in each well, trying to associate each scent with a color ( brown=cinnamon; red=berry; yellow=vanilla; etc.), mostly to help me be consistent with the color/scent combination, when I had to refill.

So the guy went ahead and brought the tray to his nose, smelled each color and dipped his paint brush in each color, smelling and choosing the color he wanted…he went on for a whole hour, without interruption.

In gassho,

Alessandra

HI,

I’m loving the stories being shared here. It’s so powerful to be able to pass the gifts of wonder on to others to experience in their own way!
Cheers,
Jake