All the Worlds
We know in this space that we are not discrete and separate, but fountains of flesh making and remaking ourselves through infinities of possibility...
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Nearly Finished
I’m standing in a queue waiting to get into my own show.
Nearly Finished : Gloss
The mics across his body amplify every breath, rustle, or shift in position. The audience can barely see him, but his body extends to their ears. It's intensely intimate with no space between us – just a shared sound-filled presence.
All the Worlds : Gloss
Her reflections offer us a thinking-through of thought-making, thought-creation; a play between memory and invention, how feeling shapes itself into words.
Rock Performance
Gradually, the audience realizes that the rocks are this canyon's performers. It is the slowest performance to which this audience has ever borne witness.
Gun
There is a gun in the first act.
i can’t breathe…
They gasp, grasping for air. Resisting arrest. They collapse.
The Art of Forgetting
They must fully learn the role, but then are given an appropriate span of time to forget it sufficiently.