Red Beads
Mabou Mines "Red Beads" performance Poem/Direction:Lee Breuer From an original Story by: Polina Klimovitskaya Music Composed/Arranged by:Ushio Torikai Animated Design/Wind Pupetry: Basil Twist Lighting Design :Jennifer Tipton, Mary Louise Geiger Projection Design: Julie Archer Costume Design: Meganne George Sound Design: Ken Travis Producer for Mabou Mines: Sharon Fogarty Choreography: Rob Besserer, Clove Galilee Chorus Choreography: Eamonn Farrell Flying Fight Choreography: Chelsea Bacon Music Director: Tom Chiu Choir Director: Ira Shankman Production Management by: Juniper Street Productions Inc Flying by Foy Stage Manager: Dee Wickert Produced by Mabou Mines in Association with the SKIRBALL CENTER for THE PERFORMING ARTS, New York University World Première 9/20 7:30PM The cast DAUGHTER Clove GALILEE FATHER Rob BESSERER MOTHER Ruth MALECZECH the doubles Daughter Loma FAMILAR Father Terry O'REILLY Singers : Wonjung KIM,Alexandra MONTANO,Alexander TALL Orchestra: violin- Tom Chiu, harp June Han, Oboe -Jacqueline Leclair, Flute- Erin Lesser, Percussion-Eric PhinneyGreg Beyer, Keyboard- Rob Schwimmer, Cello-Stephanie Winters
Mabou Mines
Red Beads
Original Story by
Polina Klimovitskaya
Performance Poem and Direction
Lee Breuer
Music Composed and Arranged
Ushio Torikai
Animated Design and Puppetry
Basil Twist
Choreography by
Clove Galilee
PREMIERE
September, 2005
Skirball Center for the Performing Arts – NYU
Red Beads is a gothic, coming-of-age fairy-tale/opera, choreographed aerially. Lee Breuer’s performance poem, drawn from an original story by Polina Klimovitskaya, explores the eerie family dynamic of a daughters’ transition into womanhood and the gift, from mother to daughter, of the red beads, a metaphor for the passage of power and sexuality. Using only wind, Basil Twist transforms swaths of fabric into luminous, quivering, ephemeral sets and puppets- Along the way, challenging our perception of space and proportion. Ushio Torikai’s haunting, dissonant score swells and ebbs, driving the story while evoking the psychological tension one equates with Hitchcock.
