First happenings, were held in School of arte plastica, different parts of the old school through out the daytime to the evening within the students. -- May 21, 2007. Monday. ( Recorded in video-camera )
It was around noon hot summer, in the middle of May in Puerto Rico.
Escuela de Arte Plastica, which currently I am studying at night there, has 2 different building, in Old San Juan.
First attempt was in new building next to Ballaja, museum of art, entered the court yard, it was lunch time and the week of the finals for the daytime students.
In the middle of lunching and walking around, I put the hoops in the middle of the yard, which was really bright and hot, I was sweating, after for a while, I moved them to shade, to see anyone is interested, some were asking, but didn’t play with them. I finally suggested some of the staffs of the offices, to play after lunch.
Not so successful.
I moved on to the old building which located in front of the El Morrow, old Spanish fort. There, I asked my friend to help me to get people involved, and started from parking lot, before even entering the school, guards, and students.
Without worry about the sweating or getting hot, they were so involved in playing with them.
Moved on to the inside building which it was cooler, at the entrance of the stairs, many participated, even the movement required the individual spaces not to collide each other, but they would invent all kinds of movement to connect each other as well.
One round, parking lot to inside, inside and outside, now, the pedestrians were interested, so again I made to parking lot, through the side door of the sculpture department, which made me a big loop, hoop.
That evening, when the weather was more cooperative, came with hoops on my neck again, and placed next to the cafeteria, so that students and teachers at night classes can see them.
Since they know me, they immediately started to play with them, and having fun, and some made nice show for me.
Most interesting part was they were creating their own movements using different parts of the body. Here the body becomes part of the game instrument.
Cooperating, coordinating, becomes one.
Second, at the work place in an office -- may 22, 2007. Tuesday
Where I work, for the parents who have children could bring the children at the office during the vacation time of school in the afternoon.
There were several children of all ages in the afternoon, so I brought the hoops at the office for them to play, and hoped some of the colleagues will join them too.
But they didn’t even after encouragements..
Some of the children were too young to play, so she invented some other way to enjoy them. Genius.
Third, in the class room of Trans-disciplinary.
With students and a professor. -- may 23, 2007. Wednesday
After first performance, I got so familiar with my hoops around my body to carry, like big necklaces…
I brought them to the class, my classmates were the most creative performers.
They did it with love and desire to go to that “T” of ours.
Ms. Santana is the Only Professor participated!!!!
I think we laughed so much and they were overcoming the difficulties and involved more and more, kept going.
I am going to ask them how they felt, for my feedback.
Fourth, outside park area at night in old san Juan
Mostly children -- may 23, 2007. Wednesday
Later on that night, end of the class, we moved to another building, and came back afterwards, in the outside of Ballaja’s building, there is fountain and small park area with benches, and all of sudden those children got my attention, and they asked me why I carry the hoops around, and if they can buy them. I told them they can play with them not for sale. We were all so excited, both parties, them and me.
Sorry, my classmates, but they were the experts you can ask for!!!
For an hour, without getting tired, every girl on the park got to play and play.
With the sound of fountain, children’s screams with joy, and beautiful dim lights, I was in the other world. (I like children generally)
They said thank you and told it was really fun very politely.
And we bid good night.
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