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SPHERES IN DANCE (series in progress)

In these photographs, glowing spheres articulate a stage: orb-like … orbital … tidal … perhaps lunar. The body moves through them, multiplying, stuttering, and refusing a unitary self. Grain is not nostalgia but friction; the softened, solarized monochrome abrades the image until gesture feels tactile. Long exposures smudge duration; shadows echo like a second cast. This is dance, but it resists spectacle. And each frame is a study of thresholds, between figure and field, presence and afterimage. I want the viewer to feel the hush of a theatre without seats, to read the blur as linguistic expression. These are not documents of performance … they are meant to be instruments for it. They are scores written in light. Standing before them, I recognize the self that moves and the one that lingers, a juxtaposition of the selfsame body.

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