dialogues reel themselves off, word after word, a following that is both logical and sorted, random and fragmentary. each event, expression, startling itself in the voices of recognition (a video that I did some years back, Dances of Recognition filtered things to their minimal point. Working with short snippets of video footage, filmed at a party at Rick and Sally’s place in Golden, some years ago, maybe ten, maybe more. These small fragments being the passing intersection of the camera(man) and the collaborators at the moment they recognized that they were being filmed. slowed down and made more, well, microscopic in time … with audio tracks from John Lennon and Yoko Ono, a bootleg experimental album recorded in Spain possibly … and copyright through the 1990’s. no imagination that things would move forward so far to the point that the millennium would ever finish.