Site-Specific Performances

Under the Floor

Under the Floor

For six hours I lay under the floor and read aloud the book 'The Borrowers,' which could only be heard by lying on the floor of the library and listening through a vent.

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.