Arts & Culture
‘Caress of Progress’ at the Space: intoxicatingly original
Shine Shed’s performance piece was a much-needed reminder that refreshingly new art and ideas are incubating in Orlando
Published: April 2, 2014
I’m always receiving invitations announcing another new performance, attraction or exhibit, each promising to be a groundbreaking work that will “move Orlando forward,” playing on our collective anxiety about falling behind other cities with more adventurous arts scenes. Is all this effort actually advancing us, I sometimes wonder, or are we just chasing our own tails?
So when a project explicitly dealing with this issue landed in my Facebook inbox last week, my interest was piqued. For starters, the name of the event – “The Caress of Progress” – was an unsubtle nod to “The Carousel of Progress,” one of my favorite vintage Disney attractions, which celebrates its 50th anniversary this year. Furthermore, the description of the evening was just obscure enough to intrigue:
“An hour and a half show that blends live music, storytelling and theater into a singular illusion that you will never forget ... an interactive ride starring YOU. All complete with interactive sets and illusions.”
The show was happening at The Space, the new venue above Anthony’s Pizza on Colonial Drive. I had yet to visit the Space, and after parking behind the building shortly before the scheduled midnight start, I had to stroll around the block just to make sure I was in the right place. The crowd smoking and drinking in the parking lot looked more like they were there for an underground rock show rather than experimental art. (It’s a rare and wonderful surprise when I barely recognize any fellow attendees at a local arts event.) Arkie and Winter Calkins – who presented the evening through their Shine Shed artists collective – were on hand to greet the crowd and hand out bottled water, which should have been my clue to ditch my jacket; without air conditioning inside, we were in for a steamy night.
Word had apparently spread about this four-performances-only engagement; attendance was advertised as limited to only 20, but nearly twice that number squeezed into a narrow laser-illuminated stairwell at showtime. Our host, who turned out to be fellow Orlando Weekly contributor Dave Plotkin underneath a psychedelically illuminated suit, started by reciting some Dahlian doggerel (“Now line up, right here, on the stairs / poor sheep, arriving unawares. / You’ll soon discover and surmise / That past this door, your progress cares! / Not The Jetsons, no flying cars/ We’ll just settle, shoot for the bars. / You’ll love your future, no surprise, / Just ask our friendly billionaires.”) before demanding we sign an epic disclaimer of legal gobbledygook.
Creeping through cramped corridors covered in plastic sheeting, we emerged into the first environment, where a fake campfire crackled in the room’s center. The audience was handed drumsticks and encouraged to bang on random metal objects affixed to the walls, as musician Logan Quarles improvised a guitar riff that evolved from new-agey to funky, while accompanying himself on a MacBook-based sequencer. It could have been pure cacophony, but the crowd slowly synched up with Logan’s groove, resulting in a hypnotically tribal polyrhythm.
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