comment by teacher
everythings is perfect, the whitening of the space, the tranparent white costumes, the synchronized movements, the light changes when they send their handgestures out in the three directions.
i was once in bombay, now mumbai, on an island, called the elephant cave and in this cave is a three headed god, the statue is in my memory as an overall presence, which can look in three directions.
and how shall i memorize this minute in the box, i think i will remember the method of whitening the space, the three scientists will become three white rabbits in my mind, in sloppy white skins in a synchronized dance of peeling the skin. but most of all i will remember the act of transforming the surroundings, turning the black box in a white landscape.
no colour, only white, silencing the eye, making the mind blank, it would be nice when the rabbits could disappaear in the white at the end, only their hands talking...
another memory, when my mother died, i closed her eyes, undressed her and put a white sheet on her body, no colours anymore, only a shape of her body.
since then is white a beautiful colour for me
thanx for all the work, handsome trio...
robert
