The city scape changes by dusk. Passersby's are often on their evening rush home, after a full day's work. Some bikers whose property was amidst our installation stayed, to watch. Others unraveled their property and rolled away. Many of these details were relayed to me by other audience members. In the dark, our hosiery-encased faces were only able to see what we directed in our focus, and in other cases not much at all.
The work brought out new awareness in me, about its meaning.
Our bodies, moving in space in the light evening air, were graceful... free and quite vulnerable. I felt the power in our feminine vulnerability. Staring forward. Jolting through the air.
Me moved, in the darkness, sometimes flailing limbs in an ambiguous strive toward liberation in phase three. connection phase four. by our end, our movement began to slow down, to the deliberate discard of all material objects in our space, and the hosiery laid upon skin and fabric. we knew to end when we each saw one another and smiled.
Darkness creates a new mood. Details are less visible than the contours of movements and installation objects. I am excited to see what we create in the light on Saturday.
We were fortunate to have a guest "Samara Steele" film a dynamic middle section, and post on YouTube, to get a sense of the range of public responses seeing art in unusual space:
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