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Published on Nov 3, 2006
I am the guitarist sitting to the left outside the white square that restricts the "solo" dancer. This is my personal interpretation of this piece. It begins in the womb - underwater - and the baby is pressing the walls of her confinement. She finally tears an opening and bursts on the scene. In her reckless youth she sometimes flirts with death. Ultimately, she makes the transition from girl to woman. Because Tamieca, the dancer, has dark skin, it is difficult to see her hands stretch towards the sky when she is standing in front left corner - a spiritual homage. As the woman settles into her life's work, which sometimes looks like drudgery, she picks up steam but dances well within the confines of the white square. At one point she acknowledges me with a kick to the left. I am her complement - her life partner who can influence but not live her life for her. Recently, my mother "transitioned" and passed away, and in the end, we all back out of life. You see the dancer go back to the very beginning, touch the wall and dance backwards to the edge where she springs and makes the final leap of faith. We do not see her land in the after life. -- Special thanks to Alison Chase, Tamieca McCloud and the Pilobolus Dance Theatre allowing me to participate in the creation of this piece. -- David Mills