Hearts of Palm
In my mouth: the bar of "Hispano" brand soap from previous performances. In Anabel's mouth: a rotten, frozen plantain. In between us: a large bag of ice and next to us: a space heater. In the air: the Lecuona Cuban Boys.
We dance close, slow--the performance ends when the bag breaks and ice/water spills out onto the floor.
"El agua nos une, el agua nos separa."
all photos by Ricardo F. Antunez