Part III: Love & Time

CD Cover for Love & Time Live Photo Collage, Daniel Dutton

Waves Dancers of the Secret Commonwealth Ensemble in Waves, choreography by Kelly Gottesman, costumes by Chisato Ejiri, lighting design by Joseph Lloyd, stage design by Daniel Dutton & Joseph Lloyd, photo by William Cox

Taste Me Merat Propes, (Air) Kristin Bickel, (FIre) Jenny Lineberger, (Water) Michelle Gottesman, (Earth) as the Elemental Elves, and Michelle Bump as the Elf Queen, choreographer Kelly Gottesman as the Poet, photo by William Cox

Monday, Tuesday, (& Wed. Too) from Love & Time Dancers of the Secret Commonwealth Ensemble, photo by William Cox

Cherry of Zeno from Love & Time Dancers of The Secret Commonwealth Ensemble. photo by William Cox

Candyman from Love & Time Michelle Gottesman, Shelly Gottesman, Kristen Bickel, Jenny Lineberger, Jay Goodlet, & Merat Propes, photo by William Cox

Candyman from Love & Time Shelly Gottesman, (The Poet's Double), Jay Goodlet, (The Elf King as Candyman), Kelly Gottesman, (The Poet), and Michelle Bump (The Elf Queen), photo by William Cox

The Old Storyteller in The Great Wheel, from Love & Time Kelly Gottesman as The Old Storyteller, surrounded by the dancers of The Secret Commonwealth Ensemble, photo by William Cox

Featured first are illustrations and poems for a book made as a side-shoot of The Approach of the Mystery; "Letters from Death." The book is bound with salvaged plexiglass & bone clappers...a very limited edition, just in time for the new dark ages.

Wine papercut illustration for "Letters from Death." 2002

Wine There's poison in the wine, biting tongues both sharp and fine. Without it, any liquor's dead and drowns the thirst that it should whet. Subtle taste abides no liar; bring on the draught of bitter fire.

Song papercut illustration for "Letters from Death," 2002

Moth papercut illustration for "Letters from Death" 2002

Dance papercut illustration for "Letters from Death," 2002

Dance Its your vision, not our dance that's grim. You cannot sense the swirl we're in. We spin in rounds beyond belief and never count our dancing brief. Past the plodding mortal pace, our atoms zip through time and space. We keep the beat of thrumming stars. You cannot sense how fast we are. Death is not as slow as thought.