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24 Hour Film/Installation
2023
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Local Host Daily
Film/Installation
2023
I had a dream about how different we were. That I could never be accepted.
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Tall men waltzed, wearing slim suits and jackets in the center of a hazy ballroom.
I, off to the side, watched at shoulder-level.
A man my age came up to me. He shoved me, I fell or maybe I just took a step back.
I looked to him, confused. Was this animosity? Was I to shove him back? Were we to laugh then embrace? I did nothing. Just looked up at him. I should’ve known what to do.
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Tall men brushed past me. Knocking me off my step. Looking down. Nearly looking through. Not scowling, not to be inconvenienced, just carrying on with their nights as I watched at shoulder-level.
The floor was cleared. Off to the side, I sat on the ground or maybe kneeled or squatted. At the center of it all, you were dancing. We watched. We were captivated. I was double captivated. You, the star, gleaming, did a dance that I didn’t know the steps to. A dance that I had never been taught.
I didn’t think that you could see me.
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Tall men marched in cadence, crosshatching. One, after the other, weaving in-front and behind each other. Working their way through the pattern to the front of the room, where I assumed you were, then marching, crosshatching their way back to me. I waited for a break in the pattern but one never came. They just cleanly, perfectly, with class and finesse passed each other, one after the other, after the other. Leaving no space for me to pass or see through.
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“I looked for you but I couldn’t find you. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to. I had a dream about how different we were. That I could never be accepted,” the boy said.
She stared then looked away.
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Tall men waltzed, wearing slim suits and jackets in the center of a hazy ballroom.
I, off to the side, watched at shoulder-level.
A man my age came up to me. He shoved me, I fell or maybe I just took a step back.
I looked to him, confused. Was this animosity? Was I to shove him back? Were we to laugh then embrace? I did nothing. Just looked up at him. I should’ve known what to do.
—
Tall men brushed past me. Knocking me off my step. Looking down. Nearly looking through. Not scowling, not to be inconvenienced, just carrying on with their nights as I watched at shoulder-level.
The floor was cleared. Off to the side, I sat on the ground or maybe kneeled or squatted. At the center of it all, you were dancing. We watched. We were captivated. I was double captivated. You, the star, gleaming, did a dance that I didn’t know the steps to. A dance that I had never been taught.
I didn’t think that you could see me.
—
Tall men marched in cadence, crosshatching. One, after the other, weaving in-front and behind each other. Working their way through the pattern to the front of the room, where I assumed you were, then marching, crosshatching their way back to me. I waited for a break in the pattern but one never came. They just cleanly, perfectly, with class and finesse passed each other, one after the other, after the other. Leaving no space for me to pass or see through.
—
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“I looked for you but I couldn’t find you. I didn’t know if I would ever be able to. I had a dream about how different we were. That I could never be accepted,” the boy said.
She stared then looked away.
Tall Men Waltzed
Spring 2021
Spring 2021