When I moved to New York City in the seventies my friend Oded got me a job in Soho’s first gallery owned by Nanda Bonino on 141 Prince Street. Nearby was Robert Wilson’s Byrd Hoffman School of Byrds. Someone I don’t remember who told me about the school
I sent the poem to an LA cousin and his husband, who once took me to an intermissionless Robert Wilson production in the Bay Area. His husband, an actor and a painter, wrote back: "Sweet! I heard this same comment from some of our Unitarian friends who also participated in that performance!"
My two interviews with Robert Wilson are on my website www.jancastro.com. I first saw Wilson's art installation at Centre Pompidou in Paris maybe in the 90s or earlier. It changed art in that viewers became PART of the installation we were wandering through.
back then NYC was still almost like a small town, with people connected like a daisy chain, one to the other, not always aware of who else was a daisy, too. your mention of Robert Wilson and Phillip Glass took me back 45 years where for a short time i was still married but having an affair with a guy who was himself having a simulataneous affair with a woman who was herself having an affair with Phil Glass...
I only did paperwork and phones at Merce's school, but just being there grew my brain
I sent the poem to an LA cousin and his husband, who once took me to an intermissionless Robert Wilson production in the Bay Area. His husband, an actor and a painter, wrote back: "Sweet! I heard this same comment from some of our Unitarian friends who also participated in that performance!"
yes he is amazing xx
My two interviews with Robert Wilson are on my website www.jancastro.com. I first saw Wilson's art installation at Centre Pompidou in Paris maybe in the 90s or earlier. It changed art in that viewers became PART of the installation we were wandering through.
impressive
back then NYC was still almost like a small town, with people connected like a daisy chain, one to the other, not always aware of who else was a daisy, too. your mention of Robert Wilson and Phillip Glass took me back 45 years where for a short time i was still married but having an affair with a guy who was himself having a simulataneous affair with a woman who was herself having an affair with Phil Glass...
sorry for the digresssion -- but your Robert Wilsom story triggered the memory...
My guess is we who were there then are all connected (!!!!)