There is a sneeze She nods He furrows his brows and stares intently at the person who is speaking to him leaning forward and to the side Talks, shrugging left shoulder His arms remain crossed until he decides to speak; which he does with his arms. with the left hand gesturing in a swiping motion pulls his I.D. card straight from his pocket and places it in the clerk’s hand. her hands clasp in her lap, under the table. rocking softly back and forth as she laughs he maintains his good posture; adjusting it from time to time if he begins to slouch. Back to sitting His strides are longer. Her legs and torso are very static She brushes something off her (lap?) straight in the booth Heels move, taking sandal bottoms with them, bouncing. begin to walk up the stairs towards Imprints. | a grin on her face Forehead white, ear in shadow, a profile with hard light. a short spiked crew haircut around his boxy head. His arms remain crossed until he decides to speak; holding her plate of food small pink bag by her feet as big as her bicep, which is small. an almost fist shape index finger on right hand that frames his face as he speaks. His gray shirt that reads, “Hurley” fits tight around his muscular body, She has a small frame She is silent Skin tight jeans, skinny jeans. the corner wall in the back of the booth and is wearing tan shorts. at his feet, always adjusting his posture. the bag is hiding her toes, but the backs of sandals poke out under her heels. Silence |
Friday, January 16, 2009
Collaborative ETP I - Echos of Visual Movement
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