This is Peter Pan set in a dystopian futureland, the music acting as a remnant of a memory of a time when feeling was more possible, when childhood was more innocent; before we found ourselves up against a neon wall, staring out at the void, attempting to determine if we’ve (finally, like Peter did when he flew back one night only to find the window closed against him) reached a point of no return.
Though their insular world went weird, and quickly, I was there, because they were there. Davis and Markey have the attunement to one another that only comes from a sustained exposure to the other’s way of standing, talking, moving, being-in-the-world.
Half Straddle’s Ghost Rings at New York Live Arts
“I kind of see the Edinburgh Fringe Festival as the hideous and perfect mirror of late globalized capitalism,” the British artist Andy Field told me in a recent Skype conversation. “It’s nominally open and democratic—anyone can participate in it—but there are so many barriers to