(Three Dancers)
We are privy to this performance every autumn: leaf-dancers in full dervish descent, twisting in the wind on their way to the ground. All things fall. Or we see dried and drying leaf-dancers, seized up by the impaling twigs and branches of halfway shrubs and vines, held out—captive dancers now—for command performances in the middle of the air. On the other hand, it’s entirely possible that these straining green forms aren’t leaves at all. The big one at the left suggests like some butchered animal part. The two at the right look a little like old clothes, one leaping—in good grand jete form—and making a point (see the upraised finger) at the same time. What beautiful deep greens! Like kale or chard.
