As it gets constantly lighter the bodies seem to be washed away till the outline of both groups are drowned unrecognizable in light. The whole scenery in turmoil. Five groups of dancers and actors simultaneously active, sometimes intermingling. I Precomposed shapes of air. Even his suits are blue.
Guests recognize it.
The spaces in front of us are reflecting the limits of movements inside of us. More northwest please, shark fins cut the horizon . Flood lighted layers of inflamed skin veiling the audience. With Wilson, light is becoming a female power. You may bath in it.