Harvard Alley

On Monday we continued our movement work, exploring the idea of traces through physical expression. A plume of smoke, a jet stream, a footprint in the snow, the lingering scent of perfume in a room, the last few leaves left hanging on a tree branch at the end of fall.  Each of these images helped to inform our movement and narrative work as we continue to investigate the notion of public vs. private.  Are we every really alone, even in private? What scents, tastes, thoughts, memories, or scars linger behind leaving nothing but a trace of their previous existence?