The Other Side of Stillness. Act I, 20 minutes or forever.
the ecstasy of a day in this dry, blazing, desert world stomping the dirt, what about us?
a turquoise woman leaps out of the frame, streaks of blue, tan, silver, I remember her, them.
behind the tree, in the shadows, circling their hips.
a record player faintly hums.
their shadows.
navigating the (ground) space. recording the coordinates, we will return.
Thank you all for your attentive viewing and impressions today at the end of an incredibly generative residency. To Will and Arsenio for the opportunity to fully realize the large scale projection which taught me to break some of the rules I established at the start of this process.
Times Square, we’re coming for you.
