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Your Mind, Girls...

A new theatrical work by Hope Hutman, adapted from Liliane: Resurrection of the Daughter by Ntozake Shange. The piece explores memory, identity, and ancestral presence through a hybrid of live and holographic performance.

Developed during Hutman’s 2025 residency at the Barnard Movement Lab, the production features one live actor on stage alongside three holographic characters, performed through pre-recorded motion capture and presented in passthrough-enabled mixed reality headsets. The audience experiences the layered narrative in both physical and virtual space simultaneously.

Agile Lens led the technical implementation, including motion capture direction, system integration for holographic performance, and a custom stage management console tailored for the mixed-reality format.

Created and Written by Hope Hutman
Based on the novel Liliane: Resurrection of the Daughter by Ntozake Shange
Directed by Kym Moore
Performed at The Movement Lab at Barnard College

Cast
Dawn L Troupe — Liliane (live performer)
Kineta Kunutu — Cookie (motion capture)
Tẹmídayọ Amay — Young Liliane (motion capture)
Robert M Johanson — Psychotherapist (motion capture)

Creative Team
Kym Moore — Director
Tony Sheeder — XR Concept Art Director
Kevin Laibson — XR Technical Consultant, Agile Lens
Pat Maliwat — Stage Manager
Robert M Johanson — Sound Design
Yunte Lee — Sound Board
Allison Costa — Lighting Design

This portfolio focuses on projects I feel I contributed significantly to as an artist or created whole cloth. Much of my experience includes developing and platforming others' work as a producer, teacher, and coach. For more about that, please visit kevinlaibson.com.
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A dog walks in to a telegrapher's office and says "I'd like to send a telegram to my sister, please."

 

The telegrapher, surprised by the situation, says "Well, um, okay - what would you like it to say?"
 

"Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof woof, woof, woof."
 

The telegrapher puts down his pencil and lowers his glasses a little, "You know, that's just nine 'woof's. I could throw in a tenth and it would be the same price."
 

The dog cocks his head to the side and says, "But...then it wouldn't make any sense."

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