One of the big draws of this weekend of events was simply coming into the Royal Opera House and wandering about. It is not only and interesting but also rather pleasant space and on a sunny Saturday afternoon, the view out onto a busy Covent Garden piazza is super. What did Mike Figgis, curating the event, want the weekend to be about though? The 'statement of intent' he publishes in the accompanying leaflet reads
I'm bringing together a cross section of the cultural community for a weekend of aesthetic intercourse that will be shared with the public... I'm intrigued to know what we all think about the state of the culture that we all exist in.This is - in the chaos that is a village fete for the cultural village - exactly what was on offer. Initially I saw the rather more formal presentations. On arriving I went to see the first of Eva Yerbabuena's flamenco sets in the Linbury Studio. This half hour performance of flamenco given by Yerbabuena and her husband, guitarist Paco Jarana (and a percussionist) was as immediately arresting as I remember the Sadler's Wells performances to have been. It went something like this:
From there I went straight to the Crush Bar cinema to catch the last 10 mins (perhaps this could have been programmed better so as not to have overlapped?) of Mike Figgis' documentary film Flamenco Women (1997 - watch a clip here, including Figgis on trumpet). Immediately after this was a screening of a specially prepared interview with the critic and writer John Berger (famous for the aesthetic treatise, Ways Of Seeing), which I also saw.
It's interesting that in these two films, the style of Figgis immediately becomes apparent. He is unafraid to edit documents, which, on the face of it, risk the charge of changing what is being said. Though this was most apparent in the rapid cross-fading of what Berger had to say, on reflection this seemed most problematic when applied to the record of the flamenco. Having come from a performance in which the artist often left gaps or moments of respite from the intensity of performance, to watch a film in which the tempo and intensity is maintained through editing seemed strange (if breathlessly exciting!).
After this I submitted to the open circus of the rest of the event. I went up to the bar to escape the People's Band, a furious free jazz ensemble blowing any remaining cobwebs out of the hall. Wandering around the upper floor there were a number of dancers doing what they usually do behind closed doors on both the terrace and in the bar. I returned to see the end of Vincent Walsh's talk and listen to what else Figgis had to recommend about the rest of the weekend before heading off.
The nature of an event convening 'pure art' as a poster suggested is that it does risk pretension and exclusion, so it was good that Figgis and the Royal Opera House were prepared to risk this. Above all it was good the Opera House was prepared to put on so many events and discussions whose content often challenged the very people who make up its core audience and benefactors. This struck me as more a statement of intent regarding its attitude to accessibility and the geenral purpose of the work that is put on on its stages than any marketing drive or publicity statement.