Odysseys
Odyssey Works collective creates intense immersive days and even weeks-long performances for an audience of one.
I’ve had the privilege to take part in several Odysseys, each one uniquely magical.
“The results are like a surrealist version of The Truman Show.”
When I Left The House It Was Still Dark
an immersive weeks-long odyssey for Rick Moody.
In New York, NY, in 2013, by Odyssey Works collective.
Engaging the public.
The public is invited to join the performance for Rick Moody as a synchronized group of fools as a part of the NYC Beat Festival.
We became fools together
As a Lead Fool, I underwent lengthy fools training and helped lead a flash mob of 100 public participants into synchronized meditative foolery, pulling Rick into our rhythmic human-centrifuge, humming and swaying in unison at sunset.
Rick Moody, the sole audience member for an elaborate weeks-long immersive performance, joins a gathering of fools for a climactic moment in When I Left the House it Was Still Dark, in Brooklyn, in 2013, by Odyssey Works collective.
Jen’s Odyssey
an immersive odyssey for Jen Harmon.
In New York, NY, in 2014, by Odyssey Works collective.
Jen had recently lost an important mentor and her Odyssey was designed to help her through this experience.
Participants wrote a “message in a bottle” to their own lost mentors, bringing meaning to their contributions to the performance.
Participants were given time to write thoughtful notes. Here I am talking through logistics with fellow Odyssey Works coordinators Jonathan Tarleton and Xandra Clark. Behind us, you can see several members of the public writing their letters soon to be placed in bottles.
Synchronized magic.
Eulani Labay and I choreographed the flash mob of 30 participants that walked down the pier in independent groups through pedestrians, magically arriving at even intervals to toss their heartfelt messages into the sunset sky until Jen was ready to launch her own bottle into the water.
A cathartic moment for all
Members of the public throw personal messages, written to lost mentors, in bottles, off a Red Hook, Brooklyn pier for an emotional final scene of Jen’s Odyssey.