Site-Specific Performances

Lost

Lost

Darkness: the sound of water dripping, rocks abruptly falling, the ringing of bells, moving lights, a figure disappearing into black, the smell of seaweed. Lost.

Fall

Fall

Staring up into a very old and tall Indian fig tree, we waited for the leaves to fall, trying to catch them in mid-air. I sewed together the leaves that we had captured.

Tracing Shadows

Tracing Shadows

In exactly the allotted time, the shadow moved from the tip of my toes, up my body, and across the top of my head.

S(c)ent

S(c)ent

Proximity and distance: the taste and smell of oranges (and then sent away)