Ecstasy & Death

A spotlight.  A stage. Six men, like Michelangelo’s Bathers, move from shadows to light each bearing an épée, dancing in unison. They run from the far stage to the front, carrying with arms held high above their heads a silk canvas that moves like waves over still water, rushed to the front it is brought quickly down and envelops them. They disappear like a cloud that has enveloped the sun. They are gone. The stage becomes a plume of silk, a weightless mountain, no sooner than it stands, it is lifted and swept through the air, sucked in to the blackness of the far stage, revealing six female bodies crouched like bulbs in the earth waiting to sprout, like buds on a branch waiting to bloom.

James Anderson