Jennifer Castle, pianist. Words randomly read off sheets on piano.
Words floating in the air. Into a spatial void. Deconstructed. Poetic. Snippets of phrases occasionally heard. Always there. Floating into our consciousness.
Like the background music in bars, restaurants and cafes.
Audience has to make decisions while viewing. Zeroing in on individual dancers? Looking at the piece as a whole? Creating a sort of Attention Deficit response like multi-tasking.
Creating a sort of tension in those reacting.
I realize I am interacting in my head. Are those around me reacting the same way? Is Henderson breaking down barriers between audiences from within?
The dancers, in order to concentrate on not repeating, become technological dancing bodies.
What would happen if we no longer passively watched, but became physically involved.
Would this be a form of rediscovery of our childhood bodies?
When role-playing in the theatre of life comes naturally.
Playing all roles of actor, dancer, singer, clown.
Dancers seem to interact a bit in the end.
A gesture directed at another. Facial responses to us and them.
A body falls.
Offstage voice: "Time!" Movement ceases.
Audience reacts in conversation. Some agitated and angry.
Dancer I do not know sitting beside me says: "I can go to a dance class and see this. It’s like watching a research project.”
Voyager works as a conceptual art performance. There is a task. Stimulates conversation. Raises questions.
In the end the cat has left the window. Curtains drawn. The chairs still there. Never used.