Culture, cultures explored in performance of Yogurt
Originally appeared in the Miscellany News, April 20, 2016
As the waning sun’s reflection drifted languidly across Sunset Lake, a lone DJ stood watch under a tree festooned with pink feather boas. A siren’s call of warbling techno beckoned spectators to the Friday night performance of “Yogurt,” and gaggles of students trailed over the wooden bridge toward the music and a Seussian landscape of pom-pom webs and cellophane trees.
“Yogurt,” an experimental, devised piece, explored the complexities of human society within the framework of yogurt-making. “It’s emergent community-building modeled after yogurt cultures,” Stage manager Charlotte Foley ’18 explained.
The notion of community—or at the very least, intimacy—was immediately evident. Performers swathed in iridescent fabric (think Ancient Greece in outer space) moved from one spectator to the next—one looked into my eyes, smiled and proceeded to finger paint my eyelids green and nose purple. Next to me were foreheads of gold and orange and David Bowie-esque streaks of blues and reds. A colorful crowd of nearly 100 people flocked to the lake, sitting cross-legged and waiting for the show to begin.
“It’s okay if you hate it,” assured set designer Gabby Miranda ’18. “Your feelings and opinions are nonnegotiable,” Foley added.
As performers drew what looked like water from the lake and poured it between cupped hands, a hush fell over the audience. With hesitancy and an occasional burst of laughter, the water was passed through the audience’s hands, and I realized, to my surprise, that it wasn’t water at all. It was simply air, and the whole crowd had known to play along.
The performance carried on with the same kind of unscripted whimsy as we were led underneath a bridge dangling with toy fish, through a twine web carefully strung with colorful pom-poms and into a tree wrapped in cellophane. Audience member Evelyn Frick ’19 [Full Disclosure: Evelyn is a staff columnist for the Miscellany News] noted, “I experienced it in a very childlike wonder—everything was very fascinating and very new, and part of me was trying to figure out what it all meant, but I think I realized very soon into it that that’s not what it was about … It was about experiencing what they were giving to us.”
While “Yogurt” certainly followed a general path, it felt refreshingly unscripted, and the audience was welcome to treat the set as their playground. Miranda remarked, “There’s definitely a sequence of events that explain the village and its culture—pun intended—but it’s also obviously very organic and derived from the people who come and what they do.”
Frick appreciated the show’s flexibility and lack of concrete structure. She explained, “I remember it felt very warm and sensual—it was a very sensory experience … I felt very close with the actors and the group around us, which I think was the goal.”
Audience member Jaimeson Bukacek Frazier ’19 agreed: “There was that whole sensual aspect, but the entire thing came off as playful and innocent, and it was this really weird juxtaposition…between the two that they pulled off well.”
Within the overarching metaphor of yogurt cultures, an independent community had miraculously formed as a byproduct. Miranda observed, “You know, communities take forever to emerge—the Vassar community is continuously emerging—so I think the act of creating a village is practically impossible in whatever definition we have of a village as a society. But that being said, I think one of the things that makes me most proud of the experience…it’s a chance for people to really look at the Vassar community from within another community.”
Once the audience had reached the top of the hill, we found ourselves running back down again. Hand in hand with strangers and performers and friends, we spun in a wild, delightful frenzy. Breathless, I realized that I had forgotten about a botched statistics quiz and looming essays—and I think that was the point. We were extended the offer to hold the hands of strangers and spin and whoop and holler at the moon and feel a kind of affinity for one another that tends to get lost in the everyday hustle and bustle.
Of course, participation was not mandatory, only encouraged. Since the production was completely wordless, participation hinged on the audience’s response to the cast. It certainly changed Bukacek Frazier’s experience. He explained, “Once I started participating in it, as opposed to just watching it, it became a lot more enjoyable.”
Despite initial reluctance from some, near the end of the performance, every spectator readily joined hands to form a massive circle encompassing the hill, running full force in some kind of reimagined schoolyard game toward the middle and imminent collision. “I think it would have been a mistake not to engage in it,” Frick commented.
Audience member Zoe Wiseman ’19 remarked, “I heard about it, I had no idea what it was … But it was, in a way, spiritual.”
Unlike some more traditional productions with strict run times, Yogurt ended early on its debut night so audience members could make their way to the Chapel for a concert.
However, Friday night ended with a euphoric dance party under the stars. The same DJ who began the show sent pulsating, jubilant electronica into the night sky as the audience swayed and whirled, breaking away one-by-one to walk back home again over the wooden bridge.