Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Via Dolorosa, The Way of Sorrow, by Jeremy Botts and Greg Halvorsen Schreck

Best Viewed at Full Screen, and in HD
Follow the HD link to Vimeo


Photographs: Greg Halvorsen Schreck
Abstract Icons: Jeremy Botts

Prepared Piano and Melodica: Jeremy Botts
Percussion: Greg Halvorsen Schreck
Archival Recording: Clayton Halvorsen

Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Swimming Pool in Paris, for John Berger, a film by Greg Halvorsen Schreck


Below is a link to the film I made in 2013, The Swimming Pool in Paris. I first screened it June 15 at the CIVA Conference, JustArt; on Justice and Art.  It is based on a story by John Berger. I invited John to speak at the conference; his age made that impossible. As an alternative, he suggested reading one of his stories, on video. I tried to go to France to film his reading. It didn’t work out, so I made this film in response to the story John wanted to read.  


Please watch the film in HD, if you have the connection for it. The picture is much better.  You can set HD 720p with one of the buttons on the bottom right of the viewer. If you need to, watch it smaller, it breaks up a lot if you make it bigger. Some notes about the film:


“Love for our neighbors, being made of creative attention, is analogous to genius.”
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Simone Weil

The story is from Bentoʼs Sketchbook, How Does the Impulse to Draw Something Begin? (John Berger, Pantheon Books, 2011 pp.120-131). It is a personal story, of how he gave away his Sho Japanese brush to a Cambodian woman, an artist and a refugee from the Vietnam War, the Khmer Rouge, and the American bombings. Berger met her at a swimming pool in Paris where they both regularly swim. The woman, L__, suffers from arthritis; her husband always helps her in and out of the pool. In return for the gift, she makes Berger a picture of a bird indigenous to Southeast Asia, a mésange bleue (blue tit).

In The Shape of a Pocket, Berger writes of the need to mount pockets of resistance against “the inhumanity of the new world economic order.” Walter Brueggemann calls it he script of “technological, therapeutic, consumer militarism that socializes us all.  “...military consumerism cannot make us safe and it cannot make us happy. We may be the unhappiest society in the world” (Brueggemann, 19 theses). One of the means of resisting the script, for Berger, is the process of making art, a way of sorting through the overwhelming events and images of our time, “a series of exchanges [that] strengthen each of us in our conviction that what is happening to the world today is wrong, and that what is often said about it is a lie.”

The musicians in the film represent artists who act as receivers, who filter the pain, numbness, and joy of existence through the creative process. I was moved by the way these musicians, Karin Redekopp Edwards and Anne Monson, performed with such compassion, and grace. Their performance is a prayer, you can see it on their faces, and in their very being. In their bodies, they demonstrate the resistance that we are called to, that Berger continually points toward.

John Berger has been my favorite writer for a long time, over 25 years. For me, he possesses a unique voice.  As a writer, a novelist, and an art historian, his prose is beautiful, poetic, and lyrical. He deeply appreciates the traditional project of art. He celebrates it's sensual aspects; he loves beauty and color. He redeems art as a gift as opposed to a commodity, or a spectacle. At the same time, he is relentless in his political advocacy, and in his quest for justice. And so he helps me know how to be.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The First Day in Rome, Piazza Navona, The Pantheon, The Trevi Fountain


Bernini's Fountain in Piazza Navona

Teo's First Italian Pasta

There was a Caravaggio here, can't remember the name of the church







The Pantheon
Teo with the Pantheon

At the entry to the Pantheon (it was closed)

The Trevi Fountain









Mr. Warhol...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Ostia, from last Spring

On a day trip, just outside of Rome. The week before Easter...
Teo posing as Bacchus
The ever occurring Selfies


Our Tour Guide
Wanting a Bath, no such luck