Kirk Amaral Snow
Long wooden container, open on the top is carried in and placed in the middle of the space. It is filled slowing with water from outside the space, carried in by Kirk. He lays himself on top of the container. His hands and feet are in the water, his body will not fit in the container, it lies on top. The box is longer than he is. We can hear his breath. It gets louder. Is he comfortable? Does he feel balanced? Time goes on. It sounds like he is under a dock. The audience watches. They are around him, sitting, standing, watching, and waiting. Anticipating what will come next? His breathing becomes quiet. No movement. He rises slowly. He shows his hand to everyone. He gets help to pick up the container. It is tricky. Must be balanced. Must be balanced. It is not. Water spills. Water spills.