Authenticity
needs no specific forum. Songbirds can sing wherever they're caged. Or do they?
It takes a rare talent to be able to be just who you are, wherever you are. And
any artifice one may add to another's stirring performance would perhaps be
just that, a conscious accretion of stylistic values held by others to make a
performance more palatable, more professional, more sophisticated. But there'd
be no falsehood, not if the raw deal, the profound talent, the ‘real’ authenticity
of the songster, the poet, the artist already is abundantly grounded. Such is
the voice and artistry of Zoubi Arros. Such is the privilege of spending time
with this invaluable songbird whose reach is beyond her grasp, whose great
potential is as yet unrealized, whose affect upon others is yet sufficiently to
be broadcast so that her voice may become a household heart-held 'tumble' of
lyrics given a familiar sound. Then those stylistic artifices of presentation
semiotics, emotional chiaroscuro, polychromic and personal tastes may indeed
give alternative perspectives. (We each are given to preferential tastes.) But
there is no denying another’s secure voice of authenticity, however stylistically
someone else (like me) might appear to tinker with the experience of
performance.
We are each affected by art in its many
renditions. And the five principles of enduring art (see: http://mrpswords.blogspot.ca/2010/01/mona-lisas-smile-pentelburys-pentacle.html
) are subtly there if art is eventually to become all-reaching,
self-consciously or not. So too for the addition of the Classical Mountain
Diagram to any rendition, exponential song for aching song, as well as the
effective drama that over-arches the entire performance. Then too, the unique
Alphabet of Performance Principles might be applied, patina for patina, layered
over the performance until habitual, natural, and absorbed into those
comfortable conventions of being in front of others, performing, singing, and
‘acting’. (Acting, it is such a 'dirty' word.) Yet when in front of others, on
any stage, we are 'actors'. And whether a speech, a song, a monologue, or a metaphorical
ballet of suppositions for any art, we are at once in the spotlight of others'
eyes. We are seen!
We see. We bring ourselves. As onlookers we identify
primarily with that which is inside us. To not have been homeless, or
abandoned, or drunk, or hit and hurt and abused, is to bring oneself, one's identity,
merely as a relational entity to the art. But although we may not know the
precise recipe by which the painter achieved his effect, or the real specifics
of the weaving story behind the songster's rendition, or the iambic craft by
which the poet achieved words affecting a relational significance, we can be
reached. Our souls are touched. Our emotions are plucked. It is in
identification that we most relate with another, with a place, with a sense of
connection, and with The Art, piece by piece, or as a whole. Just show me
"your integrity" is a phrase that resonated with Zoubi's stellar performance.
"Your problem, Richard," an actor once
leveled at me, "is that you do not know how properly to receive a
compliment. Praise is a gift. Your dismissal of the compliment, of the
applause, is like saying that what is given to you is worthless. Instead, look
a person in the eye, thank them for their gift, and honour the fact that they
bothered to give it to you in the first place."
We can share lessons. We can learn from others. We
can absorb and change and adapt and accrete and mature and more effectively
resonate with life. Such is the value of adding to that which we already know.
Pablo Casals, at 90, said when asked why he continues to practice the violin,
"because I'm hoping to improve." It is that very entelechy,
that quality of inner drive and ambition and instinct that has one always
reaching beyond one's grasp ("or what's a heaven for?" wrote the
poet, Robert Browning.) Yet in our reaching for yet more, even in all our
authenticity, we may fear losing our integrity, our old paradigms of practice.
But not Zoubi!
"I just want to know God's thoughts; the rest
are details," Einstein said. Yet we are still best to learn, and to keep
on learning. One can sing atop Mount Tolmie, or perform in one's basement. If
you're like Zoubi Arros, your authenticity will always shine through. And even
in our learning, yes, integrity can remain.
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