Waves are present in all forms of life. The lines blur constantly falling into one another. Mixing and intermingling. Ever changing, charging. But are we? Peoples coming together present individualized energies that friction rub against one another, undertone by emotion. How do these transparent feelings touch us so physically if not through waves?
Waves control the tide. They become the e(motion) inside. Waves can become something like a dream. Riptide.
Thinking of waves as affect. Affecting time and space.
These waves are never the same size. It’s never in a rhythmic pattern. It's unpredictable. It’s a constant movement but not knowing the distance it can take you. Follow through the wave. Let it guide you no matter how scary it is.
Allowing the crashing of the waves to pull me towards this mysterious paradise.
Clay figures that can’t be washed away, protected by a layer of vitality. This silky ever transforming substance carrying an eternity underneath.
An entire maze underneath the calm, where does it go?
The waves bring residue of the untold stories to us, forcing curiosity to encompass every thought. Listening to the waves. Hearing them. I will come to you. If you won’t come to me.
Choreography Tommie-Waheed Evans in collaboration with the artists
Film Design James McGinn
Sound Design Antonio Wright
Costume Styling Martha Chamberlain
Artists Robert Burden Natalie Devlin Trina Edwards Auset Fullard Rae Holtzman Noah Lewis Javeres Selby Brealyn Vazquez Madelyn Wansong
