Annie Wilson slowly builds the stage. The dance moves her, and her movements take time for us to reconsider our own significance.
The end of the show is sketched very harshly when the energy of the audience has changed.
The energy from this performance was untamed at times.
"Two people who think they are good kickers, kick me across here, and the rest of you march behind them like its your country."
The position of the body and the afflicting environment.
"Do you like hugs from sparkly naked girls?"
Worm holes, black holes, a weight hangs in a pool of red like a giant IV above the stage.
The sketches of the dancer sitting in a tub of sparkly water is like the self conscious speaking into a microphone.
The performance revolves around the seated model. There is a play between active and inactive. The seated model almost disappears on us as a flow of consciousness.