A camera and an old three-tube video projector sit on a cart. A ribbon of sidelight creates a corridor upstage, defining the space for this solo. Jennifer Monson enters in silence. Her shadow on the white scrim grows and shrinks with the rhythm of her movement as she dances in the light.
As she approaches the center of the corridor, a prism effect is created as light from the old projector rebounds off of Monson’s white shirt. The feedback shatters the beam of light into startlingly radiant colors.
As the piece ends, Monson looks directly into the camera atop the cart. She stands profile to the audience but her larger-than-life image, projected above, stares straight out from the back wall. Exiting the ribbon of light, she slowly wheels cart into the wings bringing the image along with her.