Familiar concept, unfamiliar task.
Encouraged by a bottle of red wine and my creative partner in crime, Clinton Edward, and inspired by the following lines pulled from a journal entry made on September 1, 2015:
“...small splurges felt like luxuries. A printed bowl. A clean white candle. The smooth black surface of an old round table. Soft, soft sheets.”
and:
“It was meditative, the undertaking of these tasks. Their completion was oddly exposing, auto-biographical. Which is why I invited so few people to see it.”
and:
“It was, perhaps, the most time I had ever spent alone.”
The contrasts I see in the end result make me uncomfortable, but mostly in a good way? The music choice, most of all, is unsettling.
Watch the test run of all of this here:
Homebodies: Clinton Edward and Kristin Yancy
Edited by this number one strange-o, hi.
Music: “Unsquare Dance” by Dave Brubeck Quartet.
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(It feels worth it to mention that the night later evolved (devolved?) into this:)
and that'll be all, for now.