Act 2: Interpolation
Through the wall, a peep-hole beckons. Viewing through a camera eyepiece, the visitor sees a figure measuring natural wonders anthropomorphically. The poem available through the headphones is by the artist. The performer is Leslie Seiters.
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La Medida: Interpolation
She lifts her hands to the horizon,
a distant squeeze of the earth and sky.
The color dissolves at her touch.
Her fingertips reach the hemmed edge of mountains,
a velvet illusion stronger than schooling,
stronger than her footfalls on sister ground.
They caress the spit of the peninsula,
and pinch the falling day.
Invisible particles stretch from finger’s edge
toward the backdrop before them,
pressing distance into puppet theater.
The set appears in layers that stand and slide,
Lapping folios laid on sticks,
Simulations of texture and hue.
The spectacle is suspended to fit her imagination,
A limitation she cannot surpass.
Managable, her world is measured by her body,
The brook as long as a knuckle,
the peak as high as her reach.
Her arched back mimics falling water
Her circled fingers the sun.
She is the sum of vast dimensions incarnate.
She is the interpreter of images.