Shavon Norris joins HPI Faculty

We are feeling lifted and excited to have Shavon Norris join our faculty this year and we hope to pass on that excitement and joy, so please read on about Shavon in her own words and find out more about her class Mindful Making. 

"This is where I'm from.

Thomas. Eva. Carmen. Maureen. Mimi. Kenneth. Randy. The tree. The names. The double Dutch jumpers. The curry goat eaters. The storytellers. My people are the loud ones. My people are Bronx. St. Croix and Antigua. My people hold secrets. My people tell hard truths. They love and they eat. My people are care takers. Healers. Prayers. Kneelers. Bowers. Tea drinkers. My people lay face down at altars. Welcome and hold. Remember and forget. My people look alike. Move alike. Sound alike. My people have full bodies. Full lips. My people are ancient. They are learning how to speak. They commit crimes. Create legacy and shift generational curses. My people are bound by Christianity. My people practice habits of white supremacy. My people are regal. Ratchet. And righteous. Savage. My people are silent criers. Historians. Remeberers. My people are now. My people are beautiful. My people are trying. My people are clever. Sharp and direct. Suffering. Surging and thriving. My people. My tree. My before. My above. My below. My in front of. My people are my people.


This is what I am.

I am Artist. Educator. Mover. Maker. Facilitator. Dreamer. Empath. Writer. Healer. Teacher. Wailer. Rager. Lover. Smiler. I am imagineering. I am passioning. I am Black. Brown. Pink. Bones. Blood. And Sweat. I am in the room and in the margin. I am light. I am lifting. I am shifting. I am being. I am pro no and pro me. I am caressing and touching my pleasure. Reaching for delight. Shining lighthouses on my flesh. Speaking truth and gentle. Remembering my native language. I'm growing my religion and my deities. My tribe and my heart dwellers. I'm building my temple. Birthing my gods in salt and moons. Claying statues in blood and flesh and sand. Making them. Making me. Hammered and loved. I am calling my angels and my dragons. My shame and my light. Calling up my tender and bruised and my extraordinary. Sitting them at the table and breaking bread. I am focused on my humanity.


This is what I do.

I create space that acknowledges and celebrates and explores the light.

We are full of light. Chi. Chakras. God. Goddess. Mother. Earth. Oshun. Fire. Kali. Water. Spirit. Soul. I create space to explore. Be curious. Look at our light with intention and purpose. Dialing it up or down. Our human inheritance. Our human right to be bright and blinding. Or go dim and invisible. Supernova this moment or slip into the background. Camouflage. Hide. We are deserving of the full expression of our divinity and vulnerability. 


This is what I do.

I create space that acknowledges and celebrates and explores difference.

We are different. The cadence in our voices. The pulse of our breathing. The soaring of our desires. The color of our dreams. The smell of our skin. Like the delicates of snowflakes. Finely and beautifully different. Birthed in unique. Gliding and floating. And then finding each other. Landing and gathering. Our different together. Sticking and staying. Living and being. In love. In family. In humanity. I work art create teach speak love in space to be curious about the different. Shaking assumption. Opening eyes. Making love to the new and the surprise. Our fingerprints. Our soul prints. We are deserving of the full expression of our divinity and vulnerability. 


This is what I do.

I create space that acknowledges and explores oppression.

Reflecting on how oppression helps us think we have little. Or no options. Oppression supports us limiting. Sabotaging. Restricting. Ourselves. And others. Encouraging us to say yes when we want to say. Hell no. Supporting us saying I can't. When our insides. When our ancestors. Dance and chant. Yes love. You can. Oppression says rage is for some. Fragility for others. Bliss for a few. This is what black be like. This is what woman looks like. This is the relationship between poverty and self worth. The is the story of happily ever after and forever. I work art create teach speak love in space that explores freedom and liberation. Our right to have access to the full landscape of our emotions. Thoughts. And dreams. Our right to fully express and be ourselves. To be fully embodied and awake. Or asleep. Our right to have choices so we can make choices. How you art. Learn. Love. Live. Be. Is choice. We are deserving of the full expression of our divinity and vulnerability. 

This is where I come from. This is what I am. This is what I do. I see. I dance. I chant. I bow. I wail. I rage. I move. I teach. I make. I bliss. I love. I soar. I land. Light. Lift. Shift. Be."


Want to learn more about Shavon?

Curious about Mindful Making?


cONSTELLATIONs by Amelia Couderc

Two weeks ago, we were given the prompt to bring in an object, a song, a video, and a text that piqued our interest, drew us in, or was somehow special to us. However,  the things we selected were not supposed to be statements about WHO WE ARE. But isn’t everything???

Anyway, these things made our constellations.


A metallic gold  wallet.
A reflector that fell off my bike.
A picture from a magazine from the perspective of Michael Phelps looking up from under the water of an olympic race.
A youtube video of a girl honking her arm at a huge steamship.
The song “Who Said” by Margaret Glaspy.

DAY 1 /2

We set up the studio with our mini-installations and toured the space like an art gallery. David had us each explain our constellation to the entire class. Then our constellations were grouped together.

My group day 1: Logan Schulman and Carl(os) Roa

My group day 1: Logan Schulman and Carl(os) Roa

In our cluster, we were to dive into each constellation individually and experiment with what people brought to the assignment. Right away, our group “did it wrong”. Instead of  jumping into just one person’s constellation, we tumbled into an accumulation of all of our materials.

Our agreed starting point was the concept of cinematic techniques and “forced perspective” executed in live performance. Light/reflection and vanishing points were elements of my constellation that fed the group  concept.

Me, Amelia, in the helmet

Me, Amelia, in the helmet

Logan came up with the idea of the space helmet as a tool to “frame” what an audience member saw. The duct tape was added to control the participators line of sight even further. Then, to make it so the participant was seeing something that we really controlled, we grabbed a wheely chair from the office. With both the chair and helmet, we could control the proximity, frame, and the movement of the frame of vision. Like navigating a person as a camera filming a movie.

Once the vehicle was built, we designed tableaus and scenes that the participant would “pan” across. The content of what the participant saw was pulled from all of our constellations.

We left this experiment considering additional cinematic techniques and what the content of the exploration might be...


We welcomed former test subject, Becca Khalil, to our group and  decided to try following the rules this time. All of the work with cinematic perspective was put on a backburner and we jumped into Becca’s constellation! Her  collection stirred up questions of giving secrets away, secrets/faces submerged in water, a fire belly burning with words, and a song.

So we gathered a bucket, slips of paper, and a Becca.

I was was drawn to how the secrets could hover in the water, not floating or sinking. You could still read them as they swirled around.

As we kept working, I noticed myself acting as the facilitator of Becca’s ideas. And, in that position, I never really questioned how I was implicated in the experiment. It was kind of a relief to be there solely as a supporter, but there was a point in the experiment when Becca dipped her head into the bucket of our secrets (not her’s) and I wondered if my secrets belonged in that bucket at all.

ALTHOUGH what came out at the end of the session was a really interesting submersion into one person’s concept. There was a lot of heat in being completely present in someone else’s realm of things, but still on the outside.


And then we  returned to the cinematic world of the space helmet. We found too much heat in our first concept to spend more time away from it (AND we wanted to invite Becca into that world). So we dove FULL OUT into aesthetic/design and lighting land.

I worked with Carl(os) on a tableau of a ship at sea in a rain storm, seen below.

Not seen in the picture is caution tape raining down from the sky on the boat amongst the waves. 

Not seen in the picture is caution tape raining down from the sky on the boat amongst the waves. 

Becca and Logan worked on ways of manipulating light to create the atmosphere of our world. In the picture below you can  faintly see our second attempt at a vehicle for transporting the audience member through the space. As soon as the wheelchair entered the experiment, Becca brought to the attention of the group the implication of using a wheelchair in performance with regards to those who have disabilities and navigate the world in wheelchairs. We all agreed that it’s important for the wheelchair to be a thoroughly considered element of the piece (especially if it makes it into a performance of some sort). This made us realize that we don’t quite know WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?! If a wheelchair doesn’t make sense, then it doesn’t make sense and we don't use it. If it does, then we might transform the wheelchair into something else.  But WHAT?! iS? tHIS? about? Do we have to come to a consensus? 

All food for the next meeting.

OR we might move on to another constellation…

(That’s what happens.)



Zoe Richards in The Taming of the Beast

Then I saw the Reject Theatre Project'sSHREW, director Christine Freije's playful yet harrowing "feminist reaction," and I realized I had blithely accepted bullshit because I've accepted Shakespeare's reputation for exalted timeless wisdom, and want to believe that we've finally grown past his misogynistic era.

Arielle Pina in the FringeArts Festival

Arielle Pina in the FringeArts Festival

Headlong Performance Institute alums are making us proud this Festival! Check out this great review of Arielle Pina's ('14) piece "Unarmed".