Thursday, April 23, 2015

From the Archives: Fugue

I'm spending some time in my parents home going through old files as I transition from my life in NYC to my upcoming life in Melbourne.  I found this text used in two performances (Cut Your Losses presented at 12 Min Max at On the Boards Dec 2011 and Fugue* presented at Henry Art Gallery in overlay with the Carolee Schneeman Retrospective Nov 2011).
This was written right before I left Seattle. I was clearly in a heavy head space. My head is clearer now but my obsessions with identity, mirror an the intangible quality of home we find in ourselves and others- still holds.
What an interesting time to revisit this as I once again am on the precipice of new life, adrift in a liminal space, seeking mirrors with which to build a home.

 *(Fugue in this instance is a reference to Fugue State- "It is a rare psychiatric disorder characterized by reversible amnesia for personal identity, including the memories, personality , and other identifying characteristics of individuality. The state is usually short-lived (ranging from hours to days), but can last months or longer. Dissociative fugue usually involves unplanned travel or wandering, and is sometimes accompanied by the establishment of a new identity" -from wikipedia



place of transition

between identities,

 stranger in new land, between selves,  without a home,  hypnotherapy, anaesthesia, dream states, sleepwalking, insomnia,  drowsiness, intoxication, dissociation, meditation, medication,  hanged man, step off a cliff

  usually change is so gradual we don’t notice it until long after it has taken place but sometimes the carpet is yanked from underneath you and you you are slapped with the awareness that you will never be the you that you were  before and the frightening emptiness that there is not yet a new formed you to take it’s place.

you are lost luggage.  no where to land, no home, not   even inside yourself. 

A tame bird set to the sky to circle not knowing where or how to land.

Could this circling ever be called freedom?  This rootless aimless circling, not freedom and all the hope it holds.  But a limbo,  a period of death.  

What if it never ends.  What if the bird never finds a new home, what if you never find a new home within yourself.  What if you live the rest of your life a stranger amongst yourself.  Never being able to settle into your skin again and say ‘now, this, this is me.’  Always looking into the eyes of a foreign body. How long can a human live without the house of identity it builds around itself?

 sure it can dress itself up,   wearing masks of selves .  the professional self, the fun self, 

I put on the clothes that I see the others around me put on, but what if it  never leads to a truth?  A realization of a newly developed self. 

What if it forever remains the act,  the motions of dressing and smiling and behaving the motions of brushing and cleaning and working the motions of laughter

 always with a detached eye asking who is this?  This can not be you?  Where are you?  Who are you?  Are you gone forever?  Will the rebirth ever come?  

Is spring dead?  New shoots forever just below the soil’s skin, buds forever on the verge of bursting open? 

Will we ever recognize ourselves as real and vital and solid and breathing again?  Will we ever be a necessity.  will we ever feel a place of sanctuary belonging at home within ourselves?

 Does it depend on the world?  The mirror?  Can it be put right by the reflection of someone who sees it correctly.  Did it fall apart because the environment was wrong.  The “other”  double quotation marks capital O other that reflected back at you reflected a picture so out of synch with what you’d had in your head that there is no reconciling the two. 

The cognitive dissonance imploded your already slightly fractured ego.  Leaving nothing no trace of self.  No sense of solidity. 

Could it all be fixed with the right mirror.  The right town? the right community?  A single person to see what really is there and give it back to you in the mirror of comraderie. A mirror showing that indeed it is you alive and breathing in a recognizable body, a recognizable costume, in a geographic location. 

A you with purpose place and future.  a you with a present. no longer a collage of so many broken and failed pasts but “YOU”  Capitol  y. o. u. 

here in this place standing  now.  but still moving towards a future, a future that can hold all of you every last shard of self and be big enough and strong enough and tacky enough to keep it all together and beautiful enough to give it a sense of freedom a place to fly to and fly away from.  Because freedom has an anchor a home. 

Freedom is the choice to have a home or to leave that home.  Choice requires hope. Hope doesn’t exist with out desire. desire has no home without identity.

But the mirror the right mirror maybe can build a home

give you hope

 an exit strategy

 from  endless free fall

 endless vacumm

 black hole of the future 


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Showing work in AUNTS!

friday april 3
7 pm
the invisible dog arts center
51 bergen st
brooklyn ny

in concordance with
blister pact 
ian trask

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

i have a new performance date after the blizzard cancellation

see an excerpt from 
Leda in Waiting 

march 10 at 7 pm

at eden's expressway
537 broadway 
4th floor
ny, ny

$3 suggested donation

in the meantime please enjoy this calming video of a sailboat on fire
"yea, let's get away from this. this is going to blow."

Monday, January 26, 2015

Showing Suspended Due to Inclement Weather

You will have to wait to see Leda in Waiting. 
The blizzard has hit and Movement Research has cancelled Open Performance this Tuesday 1/27/15.  

Stay tuned for the reschedule and in the meantime please enjoy this preview of things you may or may not see when you attend.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Leda In Waiting

Did she put on his knowledge with his power?

I mistook the web he was weaving for a nest we were building together.
In other words-
There will be no birds.  
There will be no babies.

WAXworks at Triskelion Arts

photo credit:  Eric Bandiero

Come again January 27th 
Movement Research Open Performance
537 Broadway- NY, NY- 4th Floor

Friday, September 12, 2014

upcoming materializations

mark your calendars

i'm conjuring up a new solo, with the working title of


sunday december 14 in waxworks at triskelion arts in brooklyn ny
tuesday january 27 in movement research: open performance at eden's expressway ny ny

From Eyes Like Arrows

November 2013
photos by Eric Bandiero

Thursday, October 17, 2013


em·bed (m-bd) also im·bed (m-)
v. em·bed·ded also im·bed·ded, em·bed·ding also im·bed·ding, em·beds also im·beds
1. To fix firmly in a surrounding mass
2. To enclose snugly or firmly.
3. To cause to be an integral part of a surrounding whole
5. Biology To enclose (a specimen) in a supporting material before sectioning for microscopic examination.
To become embedded: The harpoon struck but did not embed.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013


There will be "Blood" There will be "nudity"
There will be "art" There will be "me"

Open Performance at Movement Research
Tuesday, October 29, 7 pm
Eden’s Expressway
537 Broadway, 4th Floor, between Prince and Spring Streets 
A suggested donation of $3 or more is asked of those able to contribute  
WAXworks through Williamsburg Art neXus, Inc
Sunday, November 24, 7 pm
Triskelion Arts
118 North 11th Street, 3rd Floor,
Brooklyn, NY 11249
 Tickets $10
Call 718-599-7997 for reservations

Sunday, September 15, 2013

3 Showings and a Request


In an ongoing effort to introduce audiences in my new East Coast home to my work I am thrilled to be showing short works at multiple venues this fall:

October 29 at 7pm I have a work in progress showing through Movement Research Open Performance at Eden's Expressway, located at 537 Broadway, 4th Floor, Manhattan

November 17 at 2pm I have a second work in progress showing at  Dance New Amsterdam280 Broadway (entrance at 53 Chambers St.), Manhattan

November 24  I'm showing in Williamsburg Art neXus’ WAXworks at Triskellion Arts118 North 11th Street, 3rd Floor, Brooklyn

In order to continue to make art that is authentic, intentional and well-crafted I need to reach out for some support.

My current work has a very stripped down-basement of the bar-rock show-raw, aesthetic, so I don’t need a lot. I just need studio space.  At $10-$20 an hour space rental fees add up fast.  Please consider making a donation of any size to allow me some room to work in.

I have decided to partner with New York Live Arts as a fiscally sponsored Associate Artist. This makes it possible to for me to once again accept tax-deductible support. 

Donations can be made directly on the New York Live Arts website here

Thank you for your continued support,
Marissa Rae Niederhauser

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