Monthly Archives: June 2015

Is the performance really that unreachable for the Western World?

We began this unit by discussing assumptions and differences that we carry into our class. In “First Contact as Spiritual Performance,” Lutz makes an assumption about his readers (Lutz, “First Contact” 32). He asks us to begin with the assumption that comprehending the performances of the Indigenous participants is “one of the most obvious difficulties.” He explains that this is so because “one must of necessity enter a world that is distant in time and alien in culture, attempting to perceive indigenous performance through their eyes as well as those of the Europeans.” Here, Lutz is assuming either that his readers belong to the European tradition, or he is assuming that it is more difficult for a European to understand Indigenous performances – than the other way around. What do you make of this reading? Am I being fair when I point to this assumption? If so, is Lutz being fair when he makes this assumption?

 

As an artist I found Lutz’s article extremely insightful and interesting, it definitely gave me a lot to think about. I do strongly disagree with his assumption that Europeans seemingly will never fully understand indigenous performance. I do agree that there are many factors which make it difficult for the western world to understand Indigenous performances such as Hollywood’s Cowboys and Indians obsession or the lack of common knowledge in regards to the sundance or the potlatch. But may I be so bold to ask the question of whether it is impossible? Or is the Western world is unwilling to learn about the history of indigenous people and arts?

 

Lutz does point very specifically to being in the eyes of the Europeans at that time (pre colonization). That specifically, I am skeptical if the western world will ever be able to specifically put themselves in those shoes though, I don’t believe it would be impossible for them to empathize and become allies towards that kind of performance. I will further explain what I mean by allies later in my blog.

 

I am going to look at this question in the state of right now, because I do not have enough information to determine if Europeans would have been able to understand the performances pre-colonization and I certainly don’t have enough information to analyze the past understanding in the presence of residential schools and the Indian Act’s outlawing of the retelling of stories and also the banning of the sundance. I say this because a sort of extreme racism existed and there was no tolerance for indigenous cultures. So if I take this question from a modern day point of view and I believe that even though indigenous performance has remained traditional and the potlatch as well as the sundance are once again celebrated, there no longer remains an excuse to disregard indigenous performance because the western world cannot “understand it”.

 

Two weeks ago I was with my bestfriend in Jasper where her and her mother perform First Nations traditional drumming for tourists from all over the globe (this includes many Canadians) at the Fairmont hotel. They are called Warrior Women.  They acknowledge the gap in culture outwardly and have become educators just as much as performers. They explain why they use the drum and what it means to their culture, they also explain that they have built their own drums, named them and have given their drums a song to bring them into the world. As I was a roadie for the week I feel like I experienced a modern day example of this question directly. The truth is that some of the tourists frankly did not care and just wanted to see a show. Some of them shut down when Mack and Matricia began to talk about residential schools and stated facts, for example they tell the audience the odds of one’s survival in a residential schools was lower than if one had been a soldier in World War two. Some of them pulled out their phones after that sentence, this could also have been seen as empathy, we see this a lot in theater where sometimes audience members have a hard time processing what has happened and have a sort of denial (for lack of a better term). There were other audience members who cried, who empathized, who asked questions, who asked to beat the drum. This second group of audience members became allies in that moment. Although they could never be of First Nations blood they bridged a gap, they made an effort. Even though the drum wasn’t part of their culture they left that evening with a shared understanding and respect. They gained that understanding through curiosity and a willingness to be open to what was about to happen, from this group I heard “this is so cool” repeated on many different occasions. This is what I mean by becoming allies. I would like to be clear that I am not criticizing either group or stating one was negative or positive but rather I am just acknowledging the extreme difference in receiving what was being presented.

Now I am able to revisit the question of whether the Western world will ever be able to be a part of Indigenous art if they aren’t fully immersed in the culture.

Do they really need to be exactly in Indigenous people’s shoes? If this was true how come I am able to do Shakespeare even though I was born in a small farming community in Alberta? If we go to the very beginning when Europeans were sailing to America then of course they would not understand, but they did try (I’m assuming I have no way of actually knowing). But in the present I believe that even in a Western world, the western culture is able to understand by approaching the art with humility and an openness to learn, in this way I believe that they can become allies. A good metaphor I would use would be to watch from the eyes of an innocent child.

 

Works Cited

Lutz, John. “First Contact as a Spiritual Performance: Aboriginal – Non-Aboriginal Encounters on the North American West Coast.” Myth and Memory: Rethinking Stories of Indigenous- European Contact. Ed. Lutz. Vancouver: U of British Columbia P, 2007. 30-45. Print.

Warrriorwomen.ca,. ‘WARRIOR WOMEN | Beautiful First Nation Drummers And Singers’. N.p., 2015. Web. 16 June 2015.

Tavare, Jay. ‘Hollywood Indians’. The Huffington Post 2015. Web. 16 June 2015.

Themes in Home assignments

Of the 3 blogs posts I read I noticed many similarities.  The major themes I accumulated were…

-Childhood

-Adolescence

-Stories/ storytelling

-memory/ memories

– Sense of belonging

-Summer

-fences

– imagination

 

Hope I did this part of the assignment right!

Home?

I have only lived in Vancouver for 9 months. Before that I lived in a very small town in Alberta, I had lived there my whole life. I grew up with the same people, went to kindergarten with the people I graduated with. None of them have left our town.   It was shocking to the people I grew up with, that I was actually going to pursue theater as a career. It was something I always talked about but I don’t think they ever actually believed I would do it.

 

Leaving my home was the best thing that ever happened to me. So now this bring me back to the question, where is home? I don’t think it’s my studio apartment in Vancouver nor my big house back home. Both places feel disposable to me, I feel like a passerby. I have no problem leaving to go on an adventure, or stay with a friend in a remote town for a week. I would rather be in rehersal then in bed or in my kitchen. I just spent the last week in Jasper with my bestfriend, she is a performer with the Farimont hotel and when she was singing in that hotel or talking about her craft, it felt like home. When I am working on a play in the Freddy Wood theater or the Dorothy Somerset theater that feels like home.

 

Home is a happy word. For me it is not stagnant, it moves and morphes over time. It is forgiving and hands out love and rest unconditionally. Home is whoever you want it to be, wherever you want it to be.

 

For me personally I think home is my work. Home is my bestfriend and my favorite play. Home is my comfiest rehersal sweater.   Home is the song I danced to at my parents wedding. Home is my family’s farm. Home is my dog and my dad. Home is horseback riding with my Mom. Home is memorizing lines the night before dress rehersal. Home is the curtin call I deserve. Home is clapping for other actors. Home is writing a play. Home is dancing for hours. Home is singing Taylor Swift’s 22 with my bestfriend. Home is the play I have been writing for 3 years. Home is learning about my Iroquois heritage.

 

I don’t think my home will ever be a house. I feel like I could travel for years and never find it because I genuinely believe my home is my caft.

 

Bibliography

Johnson, Pauline. ‘The Iroquois Women Of Canada’. Victoria.tc.ca. N.p., 2015. Web. 6 June 2015.

Uber, Mikayla. ‘Confronting Eating Disorders In Her Name Was Mary’. The Ubyssey. N.p., 2015. Web. 6 June 2015.