As the piece begins, three performers—Jean Lesca, Leah Marjevic, and Macie Sado—enter the stage, dropping piles of black fabric on the ground. For a long time, in silence, they arrange the fabric, folding and refolding. Then, also slowly, they crawl beneath it. Finally, they rise up, engulfed in black fabric (costumes are by Valentine Sole), and stand, facing the audience with blank expressions, looking like monks or the figure of death in Ingmar Bergman’s The Seventh Seal. This is the introduction.
Then the variations begin. They walk, their hems skimming the floor, turn slowly, kneel, and stand. We hear sounds, quiet vocalizations, captured by the microphones that hang above the stage. And then, like Fuller before them, they begin to move their arms, extended by sticks, in repetitive arcs and figure eights, up above their heads, out to their sides, down, and back up again, like conductors in front of an orchestra. In response to their movements, the fabric whooshes and billows, creating beautiful, ever-changing shapes: curls, waves, lines, volumes and hollows. The three performers cover their faces, rendering themselves anonymous and abstract. The microphones capture the sound of the whooshing fabric, creating a rhythm.
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