Bewildered By Beauty, Sept. 2020Autumn Moon DreamsKathryn Oliver2024-10-19 | Join us as we journey through a multi-layered tapestry of myth, music and dance representing the cycles of the moon and the Autumn season. We will explore how these patterns of change and letting go impact our lives. www.mythichearttheatre.com
“Autumn Moon Dreams” is performed by Kristi Williamson. Film and masks are created by artistic director Kathryn Oliver. The show also features the photographs of Joyce Tenneson as well as the photomontage of Joan Proudman.Mythic Heart Theatre - Under The Rose MoonKathryn Oliver2024-05-14 | Mythic Heart Theatre - Performance Artist Kristi Williamson and Visual Artist Kathryn Oliver Present - Under The Rose Moon more info: www.mythichearttheatre.com Sponsored by Harbor Square Gallery in Camden and Patrisha McLean CEO Finding Our Voices
A unique performance/arts experience In celebration of the summer solstice. Join us as we explore the season's rhythm of outward expression and inward calling through music, dance, mystical poetry and art!
July (Two Weekends!)
Fri 12th, Sat 13th: 7pm & Sun 14th (Matinee) 4pm
Fri 19th, Sat 20th: 7 pm & Sun 21st (Matinee) 4pm
Location: Red Door Barn 46 John Street Camden Maine Price: $25 Doors open 20 minutes before each performanceMythic Heart Theatre Spring Awake! Williamson/OliverKathryn Oliver2024-03-09 | Mythic Heart Theatre (Kristi Williamson and Kathryn Oliver) presents "Spring Awake!"
Saturday March 23rd - 6 pm Sunday (matinee) March 24th - 3pm Friday March 29th - 6pm Saturday March 30th - 6pm
"Spring Awake!" Features Kristi Williamson, Masks by Kathryn Oliver, Musical accompaniment by Lisa Diane, and Special Guest Josiah Glover. Dive into a magical experience of art, myth, dance, and music, with photography by Joyce Tenneson, a tale by Martin Shaw, and Kathryn Oliver's painting exhibit "The Wild Rose" inspired by the Scottish Ballad: Tamlin.
Each performance has limited seating. Tickets $25 - reserve your seat through venmo: @Kathryn-Oliver-32 or email through our contact form and specify the date you’d like to attend.Summer Rose Moon by Mythic Heart TheatreKathryn Oliver2023-06-28 | Performance artist Kristi Williamson and visual artist Kathryn Oliver are pairing up for a unique and inspirational, ‘heart-opening’ arts experience!
Location: Red Door Barn, 46 John Street, Camden, Maine Time: 7pm Suggested Donation: $20-$30 LIMITED SEATING (pre buy a ticket and save your spot through Venmo: Kathryn-Oliver-32)
Join us for an offering of song, dance, and mystical poetry by Kristi, interwoven into an installation of large scale paintings from Kathryn’s series, "Where Are You Going, Soul?”
*Moving between performance and an invitation for audience participation.
The Rose Full Moon occurs during solstice season reflecting a rosy hue due to its close proximity to the earth. It coincides with the sweetness of wild strawberries, perfume of roses and signifies a gathering of fruit, vitality of blossom and ripening of spirit.
After the ceremony, we will gather for conversation and enjoy rose petal garden tea. "Hand-made prayer altars" from Kathryn’s paintings and cards by Joan Proudman Art will be available for sale.Honey In The Heart Kathryn Oliver Kristi Williamson trailerKathryn Oliver2022-10-14 | kathrynoliverandkristiwilliamsoncollaborations.com
About Honey In The Heart
Our story begins as an invocation to flee a broken, disenchanted world, a world that has lost its sacredness and meaning. We venture not to faraway lands but rather deep into the intimate terrain of the human heart.
Like a labyrinth with unexpected twists and turns, the journey unfolds in surprising ways. We confront strange, dream-like characters and tricksters all of whom beckon us like ‘breadcrumbs on the path’ to go deep into the realms of imaginal thinking and intuitive perceptions.
It is here where illusions are challenged and opportunities for participation and transformation arise, making this personal tale a universal one as well, a ‘Honey-making’ journey into the depths of the Human Heart.
Kristi Williamson performs this one-woman-show drawing inspiration from her studies in ancient sacred dance, expressive music, mystical poetry and archetypal mask-work. Kathryn Oliver weaves the script together from beloved passages of timeless literature and mythical story, combined with her poetry films, and mask creations.The power to love and create - Hermann HesseKathryn Oliver2022-06-06 | filming and editing: Kathryn Oliver passage: Hermann Hesse Passage in notebook: “The language of flowers and all things silent.” Charles Baudelaire narration: Samaneri Jayasāra - Wisdom of the Masters
To the few things I had learned so far on the way to my true aim in life, this new thing was now added: A surrendering to nature’s irrational forms produces in us a feeling of inner harmony with the will that gave rise to these forms. We soon feel the temptation of thinking of them as being our own moods, our own creations and see the boundaries separating us from Nature begin to quiver and dissolve. We become acquainted with that state of mind in which we are unable to decide whether the images on our retina are the result of external impressions or come from within. In no other way than through this practice do we discover so simply and easily how very creative we are. How much our soul always participates in the perpetual creation of the world. For it is the same indivisible divinity that is active through us and in Nature. Yes, every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity, whose essence we cannot know but which most often intimates itself to us as the power to love and create. - Hermann Hesse, DamianThere is a bird on this body tree poem by Kabir, paintings by Kathryn OliverKathryn Oliver2022-05-26 | kathrynoliverandkristiwilliamsoncollaborations.com
A collage of my paintings set to poetry and music.
There is a bird on this body tree That dances in the ecstasy of life. No one knows where it is, And who could ever know What its music means?
It nests where branches cast deep shadow; It comes in the dusk and flies away at dawn And never says a word of what it intends.
No one can tell me anything About this bird that sings in my blood. It isn’t colored or colorless; It doesn’t have a form, or outline; It sits always in the shadow of love.
It lives within the Unreachable, the Boundless, the Eternal And no one can tell when it comes or when it goes.
Kabir says, “Fellow seeker, The mystery of this birdIs marvelous and profound. Be wise; struggle to know Where this bird comes to rest.”
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding. You don’t ever let go of the thread.Honey In The Heart - Dont Go Back To Sleep and Always we are led back to the HeartKathryn Oliver2022-02-03 | For more info: kathrynoliverandkristiwilliamsoncollaborations.com To support this project: gofund.me/a5d03bddWinter Solstice Prayer with Kristi WilliamsonKathryn Oliver2021-12-21 | A Winter Solstice prayer sung by Kristi Williamson.
Honey in The Heart by Kathryn Oliver and Kristi Williamson. Also featuring the wonderful artwork of seven different visual artists ... more soon :) Intro photomontage by Joan Proudman.The Earth MaidenKathryn Oliver2021-04-08 | Music from the Earth Maiden a performance collaboration by Kathryn Oliver and Kristi Williamson. Music arranged and sung by Kristi Williamson and features some of the children performers singing as well. We were joined by local multi- generational performers, dancers, singers, musicians and artists.The Way It Is William StaffordKathryn Oliver2021-03-12 | www.kathrynoliver.com
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
Don’t ever let go of the thread. - William StaffordTouch A Solstice Story by Kathryn OliverKathryn Oliver2020-12-21 | On this returning of the light. I'd like to invite you on a journey.
(It's part dream...part not).
It begins on the summer solstice, in fields overflowing with purple clover. And despite the drought, the ground is lush and covered with swallowtail butterflies.
We then travel roundabout, from my backyard garden, where roses bloom, to Fiorenze’s storehouses of marbled gods and a pink-robed angel.
Finally: ice crystal trees, cardinals singing, and winter solstice arrives.
Where will your feet take you? Where will your mind lead you? Where will your tears flow? Where will your heart pull you? Where will your body agree to go? What are you willing to embrace?
… And do you feel the apprehension that murmurs in your chest like a fluttering bird,
the uncertainty… that makes you weak in the knees?
A short film weaving together an adaptation by the writer Henry Miller and an excerpt from a letter by the poet John Keats with music by Olafur Arnalds.
"Always …
we are led
back
to the heart.
It is here
Where everything is determined.
We must organize around the heart
Or …
life will fall apart.
The heart: true theater of operation.
What happens outside in the world
is only the echo of the passion play which goes on in the soul of every individual.
The only true revolutionaries …
are
the inspirers and the activators.
So the question is …
Where do you stand in relation to life?
Rather, how do you affect life itself?
Do you impose yourself upon life?
Or do you open yourself up to life?
Do you hunger for life?
Do you exalt life?
Those who have most influenced the world did not remove themselves from the world, nor did they deny life.
Instead,
they lifted themselves out of the vicious circle.
They affirmed life.
-- adapted from Henry Miller, Remember to remember
"Call the world, if you please
The Vale of Soul-making
And then you will know
the meaning of the world."
-- John Keats, from a letter written to Georgiana Keats, 1819Blues To PinksKathryn Oliver2020-08-31 | Blues To Pink's
I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do. -- Mary OliverIf The Lost Word Is Lost ... TS EliotKathryn Oliver2020-07-21 | If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent If the unheard, unspoken Word is unspoken, unheard; Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, The Word without a word, the Word within The world and for the world; And the light shone in darkness and Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled About the centre of the silent Word.
TS Eliot excerpt from his poem Ash WednesdayCome, Lets Speak Of Our Souls RUMIKathryn Oliver2020-06-20 | Come, Let's Speak Of Our Souls poem by Rumi
"Almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self; because everything intimate and accustomed is for an instant taken away; because we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing. For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing, has entered into our heart, has gone into its inmost chamber and is not even there any more, — is already in our blood. And we do not learn what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing has happened, and yet we have changed, as a house changes into which a guest has entered.
We cannot say who has come, perhaps we shall never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters into us in this way in order to transform itself in us long before it happens."... PedicelKathryn Oliver2020-05-19 | film by Kathryn Oliver Poem: … Pedicel composed and read by Catherine Pickstock
This reverberation
Perplex light
Lands glass- wise
On a vertical.
Did you rush whispering,
Just now?
Blown-through
Fast and thorough.
You are not a pedicel I see,
But she who catches me
In-twirls spirling
And then betimes
Recedes, reclusive-wise,
A smallness
Answering the
Land’s width
In your exacting billow
Without holding on.Wild ThingsKathryn Oliver2020-04-18 | melody and song by Kristi Williamson poem and filming by Kathryn Oliver
Wild things in forest deep dance the night dreamy sleep
From my window all I see wild forest beckon me
Sun and moon, sky and stars the earth and me below —
Reflect a pattern true of words and deeds I sow
Sweet apple ripens crooked trees falling to the earth
Bursting from in a star so bright seeds of black black of night
If you go to garden green take me to flowers true
Braid a crown of earth and sky — so blue
When sorrows flood my path my eyes weave me a pair of wings When I lose my way I cry returning song within Like a tree all alone grows leaves that fly9th Duino Elegy by Rainer Maria RilkeKathryn Oliver2020-03-12 | kathrynoliverandkristiwilliamsoncollaborations.com
9th Duino Elegy by Rainer Maria Rilke
Why—when we might have been laurel trees, a little darker than all the other greenery, with tiny curves at the edge of every leaf (like the smiles of a wind)—why, then, did we have to be made human, so that denying our destiny, we still long for it?
Certainly not because happiness really exists, that quick gain of an approaching loss. Not to experience wonder or to exercise the heart. The laurel tree could have done all that.
But because just being here matters, because the things of this world, these passing things, seem to need us, to put themselves in our care somehow. Us, the most passing of all. Once for each, just once. Once and no more. And for us too, once. Never again. And yet it seems that this—to have once existed, even if only once, to have been a part of this earth—can never be taken back.
And so we keep going, trying to achieve it, trying to hold it in our simple hands, our already crowded eyes, our dumbfounded hearts. Trying to become it. And yet who do we plan to give it to? True, we'd rather keep it all ourselves, forever. But into that other state what can be taken across? Not the ability to see, which we learn here so slowly, and not anything that's happened here. None of it.
And so, before everything else, the weariness. The long business of love. Only the completely indescribable things.
For the traveler doesn't bring back from the mountainside to the valley a handful of earth, which would explain nothing to anyone, but rather some acquired word, pure, a blue and yellow gentian. And are we here, perhaps, merely to say: house, bridge, fountain,gate, jar, fruit tree, window—at most, pillar, tower? But to say them, you understand— to say them in such a way that even the things themselves never hoped to exist so intensely.
Isn't the sly earth's secret purpose, when it urges two lovers on, that all of creation should share in their shudder of ecstasy? A doorsill: the simple way two lovers will wear down the sill of their door a little— they too, besides those who came before and those who will come after . . . gently.
Here is the time for what you can say, this is its country. Speak and acknowledge. More than ever things are falling away— the things that we live with—and what is replacing them is an urge without image.
An urge whose crusts will crumble as soon as it grows too large and tries to get out. Between the hammerblows our heart survives—just as the tongue, even between the teeth, still manages to praise.
Praise, but tell the angel about the world, not the indescribable. You can't impress him with your lofty feelings; in the universe, where he feels with far greater feeling, you're just a beginner.
So show him some simple thing, something that's fashioned from generation to generation until it becomes really ours, and lives near our hand, and in our eyes. Tell him about the things. He'll stand there amazed --
the way you stood beside the rope-maker in Rome or the potter on the Nile. Show him how happy a thing can be, how innocent and ours, how even the groan of sorrow decides to become pure form
... escaping to the beyond, ecstatic, out of the violin. And these things, that live only in passing, they understand that you praise them. Fleeting, they look to us, the most fleeting, for help. They hope that within our invisible hearts we will change them entirely into— oh endlessly—into us! Whoever we finally are.
Earth, isn't this what you want, to rise up in us invisible? Isn't it your dream to be someday invisible?
Earth! Invisible! If not this change, what do you ask for so urgently? Earth, loved one, I will. Believe me, you don't need any more of your springtimes to win me: one is already more than my blood can take. For as long as I can remember, I've been yours completely.You Who Never Arrived - Rainer Maria RilkeKathryn Oliver2020-01-18 | "You Who Never Arrived" poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived in my arms Beloved who were lost from the start. I don't even know what songs would please you. I have given up trying to recognize you in the surging wave of the next moment. All the immense images in me the far-off but deeply-felt -- landscape, cities, towers, and bridges. The unsuspected turns in the path. And those powerful lands that were once pulsing with the life of the gods. All rise within me to mean, You -- who forever elude me. You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house and you almost stepped out pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon you had just walked down them and vanished. Who knows? perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening ...
Filming and narration by Kathryn Oliver www.kathrynoliver.comThe Sacred Garden: art, music and poetryKathryn Oliver2020-01-07 | Paintings by Kathryn Oliver: The Sacred Garden 1/6/20. Performance by Alyssa Anderson and Kristi Williamson.A short film of graceKathryn Oliver2019-12-24 | A short film of grace by Kathryn Oliver
Notes: experiments in 'weaving together' poetry, images, film, music and narration
Writings: Anecdotes Of Destiny - General Lowenheilm's speech, Isak Dineson, ' Babbette's Feast' A Rushed Account Of The Dew - Alice Oswald
Filming and editing by Kathryn Oliver Narration and writing selections by Catherine Pickstock
“Man, my friends, is frail and foolish. We have all of us been told that grace is to be found in the universe. But in our human foolishness and short-sightedness we imagine divine grace to be finite. For this reason we tremble… We tremble before making our choice in life, and after having made it again tremble in fear of having chosen wrong. But the moment comes when our eyes are opened, and we see and realize that grace is infinite. Grace, my friends, demands nothing from us but that we shall await it with confidence and acknowledge it in gratitude. … That which we have chosen is given us, and that which we have refused is, also and at the same time, granted us. That which we have rejected is poured upon us abundantly. For mercy and truth have met together, and righteousness and bliss have kissed one another.”
— General Loewenhielm’s speech from Babette’s Feast
I who can blink to break the spell of daylight
and what a sliding screen between worlds is a blink
I who can hear the last three seconds in my head but the present is beyond me listen
in this tiny moment of reflexion I want to work out what it’s like to descend out of the dawn’s mind
and find a leaf and fasten the known to the unknown with a liquid cufflink and then unfasten to be brief
to be almost actual
oh pristine example of claiming a place on the earth only to cancel
-- 'A Rushed Account Of The Dew' Alice Oswald from Falling awake
more info: www.kathrynoliver.comA Short Story Of Falling, Alice OswaldKathryn Oliver2019-12-06 | filming and editing by Kathryn Oliver narration by Catherine Pickstock music by Zbigniew Preisner
A Short Story of Falling by Alice Oswald
It is the story of the falling rain to turn into a leaf and fall again
it is the secret of a summer shower to steal the light and hide it in a flower
and every flower a tiny tributary that from the ground flows green and momentary
is one of water’s wishes and this tale hangs in a seed-head smaller than my thumbnail
if only I a passerby could pass as clear as water through a plume of grass
to find the sunlight hidden at the tip turning to seed a kind of lifting rain drip
then I might know like water how to balance the weight of hope against the light of patience
water which is so raw so earthy-strong and lurks in cast-iron tanks and leaks along
drawn under gravity towards my tongue to cool and fill the pipe-work of this song
which is the story of the falling rain that rises to the light and falls againmoment of plenitudeKathryn Oliver2019-11-11 | "moment of plenitude"
words by Catherine Pickstock filming and editing by Kathryn Oliver music by Qualitati Umane
excerpt used from interview by David Cayley with Catherine Pickstock and John Milbank.
black and white photography by Ralph Hassenpflug paintings by Giotto, Blake, Raphael, Chagall
more info: www.kathrynoliver.comSomething that arrivesKathryn Oliver2019-10-07 | film and editing: Kathryn Oliver words: Catherine Pickstock music: Zbignew Preisner
an excerpt from a conversation between Catherine Pickstock, John Milbank and David Cayley: youtube.com/watch?v=vMn6q1z7Oxk&t=1117sI Call It MeaningKathryn Oliver2019-05-22 | "I Call It Meaning" is a short film weaving together poetry (Rainer Maria Rilke), ancient wisdom (Tao Te Ching) and music (listed in the credits) with filmed images from my home garden and the natural wild surroundings of beautiful midcoast Maine.
There is something formless yet complete That existed before heaven and earth. How still. How empty. Dependent on nothing, unchanging. All pervading. Unfailing. One may think of it as the Mother of all things under Heaven.
I do not know its name But I call it Meaning
--Lao-tzu, Tao Te Ching
Earth, isn’t this what you want? To arise in us, invisible? Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly there’s nothing left outside us to see? What, if not transformation, is your deepest purpose? Earth, my love, I want it too. Believe me, no more of your springtimes are needed to win me over – even ONE flower is More than enough.
Before I was named I belonged to you. I see no other law but yours and know I can trust the death you will bring.
Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future grows any smaller … Superabundant being wells up in my heart. — Rainer Maria Rilke, From the Ninth Duino Elegy
Man does not know its worth, and it is not found in the land of the living.
The deep says, 'It is not in me,' and the sea says, 'It is not with me.'
From where, then, does wisdom come? And where is the place of understanding? - Book of Job ________________________________________
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance. ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets
more info: www.kathrynoliver.com film & editing by Kathryn Oliver Sound Design by Marianna Filippi, mariannafilippi.com Narration by Bea Gonzalez, sophiacycles.com Dancer: Shana BloomsteinCome, Lets Speak Of Our SoulsKathryn Oliver2018-09-20 | Come, Let’s Speak Of Our Souls as we enter Autumn and the twilight of the year. A time of transition and increasing darkness is at hand and we turn away from the outside noise and explore our dreams and myths.
Filming & editing by Kathryn Oliver Narration By Bea Gonzalez Poem by Rumi Music by Arvo Part
My new short film “Come, Let’s Speak Of Our Souls” with a poem by the 13th c Sufi mystic, Rumi.
COME LET'S SPEAK of our souls let's even hide from our ears and eyes
like a rose garden always keep a smile like imagination talk without a sound
like the spirit reigning the world telling the secrets uttering no word
let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire
even our hands and feet sense every inner move let's keep silence but make our hearts move
the mystery of destiny knows the life of speck after speck of dust let's tell our story as a particle of dust
~ RUMIMythic Heart Theatre Kristi Williamson and Kathryn OliverKathryn Oliver2018-08-23 | A compilation of performances over the years. featuring performance artist Kristi Williamson and visual artist Kathryn Oliver. Guest artists: Molly and Elsie Gawler, Shana Bloodstain, David Troupe and Hanna DeHoffSerpent Brother by Kathryn OliverKathryn Oliver2018-03-09 | Once upon a time there was an unhappy kingdom ...
And so begins the tale of Serpent Brother.
Through her paintings and story, Kathryn Oliver explores a hidden unity, asking the questions: How are we ruled by what we deny? What happens when aspects we suppress come back with destructive force?
The story comes full circle with the realization that everything carries in itself the seed of its opposite.
Inspired by the traditional folktale The Lindworm. Links:
direction, editing & filming by Kathryn Oliver still images and narration by Ralph Hassenpflug words by Anne Carson, Plainwater essays and poetry music by Arvo Paert, my heart's in the highlandsA DreamKathryn Oliver2018-01-24 | In this film I weave together fragments of prose by William Blake, August Strindberg and James Joyce.
Dancers Shana Bloomstein, Hanna De Hoff & Kristi Williamson (WAXWINGS)
Words:
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī "Something inside the moth is made of fire" Charles Beaudelaire " Hymn to Beauty" Bhagavad Gita "The Cosmic Vision" William Blake "Of Heaven and Hell"
Music:
Orson Wells "War Of The Worlds" Led Zeppelin "Lemon Song" Hildegard Von Bingen "Voices of Angels" Schubert "An Die Musik" (poem by Von Shober) Edward Artemiev "Meditation" Andres de Haan "Earthquake" Klaus Schulze "The Cello"
Footage of WAX WINGS by David Wright, 2017 Footage of WAX WINGS by Geoff Parker, 2017 www.waxwingstheater.com
The original script by Oliver weaves literary references, archetypal stories and short films with choreography, original melodies and additional poetry and musical selections by Williamson. Joining them in Wax Wings are dancers, Hanna De Hoff and Shana Bloomstein, Actor, David Troup and Musicians, Molly and Else Gawler, narrator and photographer Ralph Hassenpflug, and costume makers Robin Horty and Kristen Eckmann.
"Wax Wings" highlights the depth of the imagination and explores the complex shadow archetype through visual and dramatic storytelling.
For more info: www.waxwingstheater.comWAX WINGS TrailerKathryn Oliver2017-09-11 | Wax Wings trailer featuring dancer Shana Bloomstein, vocalist Molly Gawler and film by Kathryn Oliver.
A mythical theater journey through dance, film, poetry and music.
Visual artist Kathryn Oliver and performing artist Kristi Williamson are continuing their artistic journey in myth and the imagination for 2017.
With timeless poetry and stories in Kathryn's short films, photographs and paintings and Kristi's choreography, dance and original melodies, "Wax Wings" highlights the profundity of the imagination and explores the complex shadow archetype through visual and dramatic storytelling.
For more info: www.waxwingstheater.comWAX WINGS by Kathryn Oliver & Kristi WilliamsonKathryn Oliver2017-08-26 | A mythical theater journey through dance, film, poetry and music.
Visual artist Kathryn Oliver and performing artist Kristi Williamson are continuing their artistic journey in myth and the imagination for 2017.
With timeless poetry and stories in Kathryn's short films, photographs and paintings and Kristi's choreography, dance and original melodies, "Wax Wings" highlights the profundity of the imagination and explores the complex shadow archetype through visual and dramatic storytelling.
Visual artist Kathryn Oliver and performing artist Kristi Williamson’s new production "Wax Wings" is a mythical journey in dance, film, poetry and music.
The original script by Oliver weaves literary references, archetypal stories and short films with choreography and music by Williamson. Actors, dancers, artists and musicians from Maine's midcoast area make up the cast.
"Wax Wings" highlights the depth of the imagination and explores the complex shadow archetype through visual and dramatic storytelling.
General Admission Tickets $20. Advance tickets available at: Zoot Coffee in Camden, Bella Books in Belfast & Grasshopper Shop in Rockland
Or at the door on the day of show.
For more info: www.waxwingstheater.comRehearsal for WAX WINGS with Kristi WilliamsonKathryn Oliver2017-08-16 | In rehearsal for WAX WINGS with Kristi as she warms up with this inspiring song by Karisha Longaker.
"Father Earthly Mother Divine Seer that sees Create me again Take me in your hands Bring out what’s inside of me Guide me in these times While war is being waged On my family Oh make me an instrument of song That I might learn harmony Anchor into me the rhythm of living love A song in which I can believe Take my hands Lead me onward May I become the woman I am meant to be Give me strength To keep on walking Even when I cannot see And I will carry the torch From those who have come before To those who have yet to be Oh, make me an instrument of song That I might pass on harmony Anchor into me the rhythm of living love A song in which I can believe Oh Mama Amen."
ONE WOMAN"S PRAYER by Karisha Longaker.
More info: www.waxwingstheater.comWAX WINGS by Kathryn Oliver & Kristi WilliamsonKathryn Oliver2017-08-07 | Hafiz poem: Light will someday split you open www.waxwingstheater.comWax Wings by Kathryn Oliver & Kristi WilliamsonKathryn Oliver2017-07-09 | A mythical theater journey through dance, film, poetry and music.
Visual artist Kathryn Oliver and performing artist Kristi Williamson are continuing their artistic journey in myth and the imagination for 2017.
With timeless poetry and stories in Kathryn's short films, photographs and paintings and Kristi's choreography, dance and original melodies, "Wax Wings" highlights the profundity of the imagination and explores the complex shadow archetype through visual and dramatic storytelling.