Covid Pivot

"I call my mother. “I can’t find bread flour or yeast anywhere.” “Fuck the bread,” says my mother. “The bread is over.”
- Sabrina Orah Mark | The Paris Review | May 7 2020
 

Hello All-

So many words, so many screens, so much info. What penetrates, gets thru? The above article I read in the Paris Review (highly recommended); It is my new mantra, 'Fuck the bread; the bread is over,' (forgive f-word) As a live events producer, it is over for now. 

Pivot is one word for this moment. ‘Pivot’ comes from Old Provençal, Pua, a tooth of a comb. All is being combed out in this chrysalis time, the snarls we have made. New hybrid forms of theater, music, audience, performance are sprouting with this whole ‘greening’ moment. The world is ‘greening’. We are streaming.

We can not, will not go back. New hybrid beauties emerge with sticky wings. We make love now on the wind. Our old shells decaying, nourishing this now novel humility...as we pivot into the new realm.

In the Spirit,
Kathleen Mandeville & IgniVox