Time lost along the way: Gone or Lost?
Let’s imagine a duration without regular pattern. Nothing in it is recognizable, nothing ever recurs. It is just a duration […]
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Crankie
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
A Meniscus Around My Fingers
The sun filters through and different hues dance on the table top and blind my eyes. I’m busy but I’ve stopped, and I run my finger softly over it. Its surface, as smooth as a mirror, seems to form a meniscus around my fingers and just for a moment I’m not sure where it begins and I end.
feast
It is raw, it is real, it is happening with you in the room and can only be experienced in the “here and now.” It is open to a multiplicity of heres and nows depending on the realities, perceptions, localities... of those present.
Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
The World Getting Smaller
The ideas become architecture. If I were to do a design, it would look like this:
A Moby Dick Search and Rescue: The Whale
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La espectadora y el deseo / The Spectator and Desire
ENTRAN MILES DE MARIPOSAS BLANCAS Y LO CUBREN TODO.DURANTE UNOS MINUTOS, SÓLO SE ESCUCHA EL BATIR DE LAS ALAS.(The Day […]
A Night to Remember
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.