BLACK/WHITE/BLUE/BEIGE

The stage fell BLACK, but you could just make out the figure, chair under arm. The woman (you could make out it was a woman), placed the chair downstage centre, and then began unraveling a ball of wool, walking from the chair in a large circle, though stage right, up and around to up stage left where she left the remaining wool in a pile. Her head down, she didn’t acknowledge her onlookers as she completed her task.  Exiting the stage with a casual gait, she was followed by a loud round of applause.

Moving out of a gallery environment and into a blackbox theatre, the piece became less about endurance, the sweat and dirt that tainted the WHITE, and more about refinement.