NEWS: What The Big Show Co. is up to!
Reading of new work by U.S. Military Veterans
Sat. Feb. 11, 2017 @ 12 Noon
Van Nuys Library FREE!
6250 Sylmar Ave. Van Nuys, CA 91401
Sneak Peak of The Collective Memory Project
with performances by The Big Show Co & U.S. Military Veterans
Sunday, Feb. 19, 2017 @ 4 PM
American Legion Post #43 FREE!
2035 Highland Ave
Arianne MacBean’s Los Angeles-based dance-theater group, The Big Show Co. presents a sneak peak of their current dance-theater work The Collective Memory Project – with performances inspired and performed by US Military Veterans, The Big Show Co. and the audience themselves. This last of a series of four free public showings features - for the first time - performances by veterans along side The Big Show Co. performers at the Hollywood American Legion Post 43 - a historic landmark since 1929.
As part of a 3-year community performance initiative, The Big Show Co. partners with the non-profit organization, Veterans in Film & Television - which works to help bridge the military-civilian divide - to gather source text from veterans through a series of Memory Writing Workshops. With generous support from the CA Arts Council and the City of Los Angeles Department of Cultural Affairs, text from writing workshops is used to develop the performance script. Using their signature blend of dance, theater, text, music, and visual imagery, The Big Show Co. is creating a series of inclusive, highly personal performances where these memories – as well as the memories of the performers and the audience themselves - are activated and reimagined to create communal performance experiences.
The Collective Memory Project explores the creative act of memory-making. It examines memory's effects through time, the agency of remembrance and forgetting, and investigates aspects of the present by which the past is always haunted.
Here is a beautiful piece written by one of our returning veterans, Heraclio K Aguilar III
What survival means to me
I was a young child growing up in Central California and we started off our spring break with a three-hour trip to the beach. Our parents had worked hard so they could get the time off too. Mother always packed breakfast and lunch for the trip. She was very cost-conscious and refused to stop at fast food places for a $1 burger when she could make a something for 20 cents. We would arrive around noon to a campground that was just a few miles north of 'the dunes'. At the age of 8 there were a lot of experiences that I had not had, but was eager to learn - like swimming in the ocean by myself. It was about 2 in the afternoon by the time we hit the sand, the sun was bright and the ocean air was strong leading us to believe that today was going to be a good day. My younger brother did not enjoy the ocean as much as me - he preferred to build sand castles near our parents. I decided to go into the ocean have a little fun. I did not have any knowledge of what an under current was, it happened to be particularly strong this day. A few miles north was the Morro Bay Pier, I walked along the shore towards the pier with the water at my kneecaps. Slowly the water rose, and I did not pay attention to it until the water was near my nipples. I knew I was in the water too deep, so with all my might I attempted to swim for the shore. No matter how hard I tried, I did not get any closer to the shore. Moments seemed like hours as I frantically tried to swim to shore, yelling out for help every so often only to receive a mouth full of salt water. Weak from exhaustion, I started to slow down as my hope of reaching the shore faded. All of a sudden, two wrinkled hands grabbed one arm a piece and picked me out of the water like nothing. The elder ladies walked me to the shore and laid me on the sand. They stayed with me and made sure I was still breathing before they allowed me to rejoin my family. I don’t think that my family even knows about that near death experience. I never said a word.