Spending six hours in a derelict Victorian terrace house, blindfolded, examining the front room and whispering to its presences.
Site-Specific Performances
Learning Here
An inquiry into the history of the land that the Fine Arts Gallery of the University of Alberta occupies, assisted by gallery visitors.
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.
Crossing Water (carrying vegetables)
Walking across the tundra, negotiating the waterways, carrying an armful of vegetables for soup.
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
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.
Spring Arrives So Slowly
A six-hour walk along a railroad track in a public park.
Seven Disappearances
We are sitting atop the remains of previous generations. What survives? What disappears? What changes?
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.
I Scream
Screaming in unison with the riders of AtmosFear in the adjacent Liseburg Amusement Park...