its cold. and dirty. the dirt I don't mind. the prick of a pin I do. the place, very cold. and I spent an hour working just to realize it was the totally wrong placement for the piece in space. the sightlines are non-existent. a horrible room to do a "performance" in. sharing it with monster-sized catastrophe sculptures. trying a new space thursday.
Kushner said last night in his global voices interview, that there is no such thing as a monadic existence. The smallest grouping you can reduce an entity to is two. Meaning families. Couples. Even if you're alone, you only know yourself through the comparison/relation of another entity. Existentialism a la Sarte. The jailor needs the prisoner and vice versa, in order to wear their roles.
I beleive that is why my "solo piece" is not me alone on stage. I need someone to bounce ideas off of. We weren't meant to create in vacuums.