ABSTRACT
Performance is an opening, a location—a curtain drawn, a wooden floor washed with light, a window that invites the voyeur, a circle in the square, a podium that stands before, an arena of play, passion, and purpose. It is an opening where ghosts find form, linger, and haunt. It is an opening where eyes, with and without their consent, look. It is an opening where we find ourselves. Here, words slip into the cracks.
