MEMORY / THEATRE
A place of memories, a small, verdant container. A place discovered already before, maybe twice or even more, yet each time I find it, it surprises me. And then I remember it. The merest inflection of space: ground raised just slightly, steps articulate the scission of planes … the upper plane enfolded by an arcing hemispheric hedge, layered in places to create coulisse, screening the mysterious wilderness, the ‘backstage,’ from front of house. This hedged exhedra seems possessed of memories, attended by an empty seat, observing the green scene in the late afternoon’s incandescent glow. From the wilderness a peacock calls, the human-like cry hovers on the edge of language, haunted. Nature speaks, chilling, presciently tragic.
Am I audience or performer …
solitary in space …
at once both.
