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Art and Healing
Events & Activities to support community, collaboration, and connection

The Ghostlight Project
January 19, 2017 | Thursday | 5PM | Free

Patrick's Cabaret and Intermedia Arts join forces with theaters across the nation to create a symbolic and real "light" for challenging times ahead, confirming that theaters have been, and will remain, safe spaces for all. 

Join us in the lobby of Intermedia Arts starting at 5:00, then outside at 5:30, to light up the night, renewing our commitment to stand for and protect the values of inclusion, participation, and compassion for everyone regardless of race, class, religion, country of origin, immigration status, (dis)ability, gender identity, or sexual orientation. 

PLEASE BRING A FLASHLIGHT! Cell phones, headlamps, battery operated holiday lights--anything you can light up.

Following this brief ceremony, we'll walk down the street to moto-i where we'll enjoy food and beverage together, and consider how we will put our intentions into action in 2017.

We join the Ghostlight Project and theaters across the country hosting similar events at 5:30 in each time zone. The event is inspired by the tradition of leaving a "ghost light" on in a darkened theater —offering visibility and safety for all who might enter. Anyone, regardless of current relationship to Patrick's Cabaret and/or Intermedia Arts are welcome to attend.

For more information visit theghostlightproject.com 

Call for Compassion
Thirteen visual artists joining forces to create a beautiful new mural

We invite you to stop by any time to check out the beautiful new mural on our back wall. This is product of a recent call for visual artists and community members to help create a work of art that amplifies the love and compassion we would like to see in the world. As an organization we want to support the actions being taken to fight injustice. We also recognize the need for safe and healing space inside and outside our walls. With those goals in mind, we aimed to create a new beginning with our exterior walls that fosters the interconnectivity between all of our artistic communities. In light of continued global tragedies, police brutality, and violence happening to people of color, indigenous people, and the queer/trans community, we would like our exterior walls to become a sounding board for social change. Together, our community created a new mural on our back wall that holds the concept of love and compassion, and relates to conversations that take place in our space.

5 x 10 Circles
An invitation for wisdom to be shared across generations, cultures, traditions, and viewpoints. 

The recipe for the 5 x 10 Circles is simple: 5 people talk and 10 people listen. Then mix. Then repeat.

This listening circle is a modified fishbowl activity: within a fishbowl discussion, a small circle is established to begin a conversation. At any point in the discussion, someone from the circle of listeners rises, taps a speaker on the shoulder, and switches places to become a speaker who expands the conversation with their thoughts and questions.

The experiment is simply this: what happens when 5 people talk and 10 people listen? When elders offer perspective, when we have dialogue that is infused with respect for all religious viewpoints and traditions, when all of us from multicultural communities come together to listen and learn, our shared humanity is affirmed.

Stay tuned for upcoming 5x10 Circle dates.

Artwork Addressing Humanity at the Intersection of Art and Politics

Maya Angelou's poetic affirmation of the complexity of our racialized national history and identity, and the human connection that comes from this recognition, feels deeply appropriate given today's national circumstances:
On The Pulse of Morning - Poem by Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers-
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours- your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes,
Into your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
- Maya Angelou, created on the occasion of the first inauguration of President Bill Clinton on January 20, 1993 
The Music of Strangers: Yo-Yo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble, follows members of the Ensemble as they gather in locations across the world, exploring the ways art can both preserve traditions and shape cultural evolution. Blending performance footage, personal interviews, and archival film, the filmmakers paint a vivid portrait of a bold musical experiment and a global search for ties that bind.
Donovan Livingston's Harvard Graduate School of Education Student Speech evokes historical truths and present-day realities of the shortcomings of public discourse, using deep artistry and pointed performance to incite much needed change in our collective approach to energy of young black men such as himself: http://www.gse.harvard.edu/news/16/05/lift 
And the beauty of this musical flash mob in the Copenhagen Metro Station: the looks of wonder on passengers' faces, a routine, daily moment, seized, the collective question after this stunning spontaneous gift, Did that just happen? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gww9_S4PNV0