[ Photos: Peter Schlessinger ]This performance/installation/opportunity was a one-of-a-kind experience, an ephemeral happening consisting of improvisation with flashlights, hand held radios, projections, disco balls, and string. The sound of light rain and shuffling feet in the grit, mixed with static sounds emitting from radios, the sounds of people breathing, and city hum created a soft white noise in which performers and spectators shared time and space. Flashlights searched Kirkland Ave, shining into nooks and crannies seldom seen. Dancers flocked between shadow and light, the seen and unseen, the wanderers and still wondering. "You don't even know what you're doing!" shouted a passerby into his cellphone, oblivious of the ironic circumstance he named.
To be completely understand anything is to me, well, boring. That's why we play, why we want to learn, why we talk to strangers. That's why we shine light into dark places.
There is an urge to feel connected sometime, whether it be to someone else, to a certain place, or to reality. How can we bridge the spaces between? How can we see all that we share?
Once we cross those bridges and see all we share, then what?
We expand. We fragment. We disperse. We remember and we are changed.
- Haley Morgan
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