“Great changes and metamorphoses often happen in dark, chaotic, and painful phases.”
Frankétienne
The First Season of the Brooklyn Orchestra Society rises from the debris of a modern world. A world where hundreds of ecstatic but exclusive individuals would unite, swing and intertwine to hear the voices and feel the vibrations of an instrument. The walls of this world are collapsing; theaters, concert halls, auditoriums, museums have been banned from our lives, their colonial-white columns are trembling, and no one knows how long they will hold the cracked interiors and shaky doors stormed by vociferous claims for social justice and diversity.
We could wait for the dither to cease, and eventually find the way back to our organized and socially distanced rows of comfortable seats, enriched with fancy masks and gluey hand-sanitizers, protected by white bearing walls and beautifully curated institutional programs. And we will. But we could also question how little accessible these seats were and will remain for the majority. We could tear down the shaking boundaries that have been dividing our society and excluding underprivileged communities for too long. No, it is not comfortable to sit on debris or remove old stones. Like daily walls you are used to see, confinement first enclosed our minds. But we saw through them; our minds have crossed your walls.
No, we will not wait. We will carry out our essential work during these uncertain times, during this sparkling chaos. Because artists are essential workers thriving in chaos.
The First Season of the Brooklyn Orchestra Society will grasp this opportunity to give a voice and wall-less space, symbolically at the Old Stone House in Brooklyn, to artists who, in spite of fear, anxiety, hunger, pain or social injustice, have never stopped creating. The program will include classical orchestras and symphonies played by the Brooklyn Orchestra, contemporary music concerts, dance performances, theater plays, visual art installations... Detailed program coming soon.
« Tomorrow is a poetic day,
A new day in dissonance.
A day made of intoxicating flowers
And of prophetic chaos. »
Louisa Marajo