(in)visible cities BLOG DAY FOUR
Report by Jeanne Randolph
Photos by Scott Stephens
Cheryl L’Hirondelle’s performance was bestowed upon us Saturday night, September 13th. Blankets on the floor were the best seats in the house, and the house we saw was a translucent tent glowing as subtle as white moth wings.
Human eyes and ears can detect subtlety quite well, if given the opportunity. And this opportunity Cheryl generously embodied. The sounds in which we were immersed included her own singing; her shadow moved and danced and walked around, and when Cheryl herself moved and danced and walked around she was as gentle as a shadow.
And there was no false purity. A plastic toy or two, a red plastic drinking cup, a microphone punctuated the simplicity of the scene; Cheryl herself in a beige Ladies’ foundation garment, barefoot in her running shoes,
as dusk gives way to stars
as stars glisten
and dissolve
as squirrel’s tail twinkles,
then curls
she sang,
as a human, a forest
a gale offshore
a hooty owl
another and another,
moving foreign and familiar
mischievous, kind.......
The invisible blogger leaves the scene, grateful that so many people can perform so generously, delightfully, wisely with all the (in)visible cities crew; thanks.
Cheryl L’Hirondelle’s performance was bestowed upon us Saturday night, September 13th. Blankets on the floor were the best seats in the house, and the house we saw was a translucent tent glowing as subtle as white moth wings.
Human eyes and ears can detect subtlety quite well, if given the opportunity. And this opportunity Cheryl generously embodied. The sounds in which we were immersed included her own singing; her shadow moved and danced and walked around, and when Cheryl herself moved and danced and walked around she was as gentle as a shadow.
And there was no false purity. A plastic toy or two, a red plastic drinking cup, a microphone punctuated the simplicity of the scene; Cheryl herself in a beige Ladies’ foundation garment, barefoot in her running shoes,
as dusk gives way to stars
as stars glisten
and dissolve
as squirrel’s tail twinkles,
then curls
she sang,
as a human, a forest
a gale offshore
a hooty owl
another and another,
moving foreign and familiar
mischievous, kind.......
The invisible blogger leaves the scene, grateful that so many people can perform so generously, delightfully, wisely with all the (in)visible cities crew; thanks.
2 comments:
Artartartartart...another fantabulous earth colored performance art dance and visualization from a one of a kind multi-directional, talented creative soul..
tapwe miywasin...great pics and great perf. art..thnk-you Cheryl....you're one of a kind
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