Friday, March 4, 2011
As the music employs it, so does the illustrator - bones are found to represent the ponking on a xylophone.
The coordinated formal lines of dancers continue in their stepping in the mist in the background. A squint finds that rows are suggested beyond the first.
And time has relieved itself of its housing momentarily to keep pace with our xylophonist. Not only in shape but in definition. Present enough to remind but not enforce. The stars join the clock. It's branches and time and spirit and stone and stars now.
It is still midnight. How long til dawn? Does time stop for 6 hours in the journey tonight to only jump ahead to 6 hours later in a forthcoming frame?