Category Theatre

Benda Masks

W.T. Benda was a Polish American making masks in the 1920s and 1930s. He was as famous as mask makers get in his time or ours. His masks were in Hollywood movies, on Broadway and in magazines. He was also an illustrator and a graphic artist too, producing classic magazine covers for Collier’s, McCall’s, Ladies’ Home Journal, Good Housekeeping and many others. But as his career progressed he got deeper into mask making, eventually publishing a book that details some of his theories and his mask making process. It’s called “Masks.”

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There are very few books available on the art of mask making, so I was fascinated when I heard of his. But it’s been out of print since it was published in 1944 and I couldn’t find much about it online except for a few low-res images and some Amazon resellers listing it for sixty bucks and more.

Public Library to the Rescue!

Imagine my surprise then when I found the book listed as available through interlibrary loan from the Lewis and Clark Public Library. Interlibrary loan is like the internet before the internet. I remember learning about it in middle school, back in the days before the internet was as awesome as it is now.

I put my middle school knowledge to the test. I ordered that bad boy. Waited four weeks for it to arrive and finally I had my hands on it. It’s a beautiful little brown book, 100 plus pages, lots of illustrations. And it’s funny.

But all this is beside the point. The point is, I scanned it in and put it online. Now it’s available for anyone to download.

Isn’t that Illegal?

I don’t know if it is. But if it is, it shouldn’t be. It’s a rare book full of relevant material out of print for decades. Why not share it? It’s the best kind of file sharing if you ask me.

MASKS – Benda.pdf (68.5 MB)

Here is is. You click that and you’ll be taken to MegaUpload. It looks kind of shady, I know, but it’s safe. I mean, it’s from New Zealand!

Enjoy that beautiful book.

The Bride of the Sun

Behind his back people called him misfortunate but the king didn’t mind because his seven daughters filled his heart with joy. In all other matters he was bold, rational and determined, but with his seven daughters he took his time to guide them gently. He had found suitable husbands for them and saw them married off one by one.

But when the time came for his youngest daughter to find a husband he was in trouble. Suitors arrived to the castle gates, banners waiving, horns blaring, only to be turned away by the princess. The king was beside himself with worry.

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She had seen her sisters married off to princes that appeared beautiful, wealthy or kind only to find out that the men they married had serious flaws,

One sister married a beautiful prince who turned out to be insufferably vain.

Another married an honest prince who over time gave away his land and titles.

The next sister married awealthy prince, cruel to his subjects.

A kind prince, with an empty head.

A wise prince who spends no time in the bedroom.

A sensual prince with countless mistresses

And a devoted prince who made her sister stand up on a column to be admired by him alone. Day in day out.

All had qualities that were charming from a certain distance, but up close seemed more a burden than anything.

She could not fall in love for fear that her love would transform into someone beastly or mewing and weak.

She would wait for a prince who was as he seemed.

Tonight I’ve watched
The moon and then the Pleiades go down
The night is now half-gone; youth goes; I am
in bed alone
-Sappho
Midnight Poem (Trans. Mary Barnard)

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      In search of perfect love.

      The youngest daughter of a king sees faults in the men her sisters marry

      She sets off to find perfect love

      The mother of the Sun accepts her on one condition: she may not look at the sun’s face

      But she cannot bare never having seeing him

      Mother suggests a trick, see him through the water glass

      The sun sees her looking and throws her out

      She watches him from afar until her feet become rooted in the ground.

    She is a sunflower.

Spiralni Cirkus

Thirteen of us students from Helikos performed a selection pieces created in the past years at school for two nights of performances in Ljubljana, Slovenia. It was a wide ranging show full of masks, clowns, and eccentric characters, showing off a few of the many theatrical territories we touch on at school. All knitted together with in-character transitions and set up, Muppet Show style. The audience response was gratifyingly positive, making the whole adventure entirely satisfying and worthwile.

A huge and gracious thanks to Ana and her partners at Pripovedovalski Variete for inviting us and hosting so many performers in such high style. These photos were taken by Katarina Juvancic at the Glej theater.

Something about Masks

Here is an impressive clip from a new music video that shows the drastic affect lighting has on a person’s face. It’s dizzying! The same face completely changes form just by the light swinging around. I wish it was in slow-mo to see the effect up close.

I got excited about the video because it reminded me of something I read about the best Japanese Noh masks. On the wall they appear expressionless but on a performer and in motion the the mask comes alive. Light catches a hidden plain or a dark edge and the mask smirks, twitches, or frowns. Feel where those angles are, and you start to understand what that mask is capable of.

More Clowns

Whoa! Look at all these clowns. We all worked hard over the weekend to get ready for our public show next week. So far it’s impressively stupid in parts, in other parts head-slappingly ludicrous, and in still other parts it’s full hearted and funny.  If you happen to be in or around Florence this Wednesday, Thursday or Friday, you’ll have to stop in and see us.

If you still can’t get enough, check out this interview from the New Victory Theater, with some clowns I met last summer in NYC at the Brick International Clown Theatre Festival. Enjoy reading what Billy and Summer say about this world of working clowns.