About the work

The pigeon is not part of the performance. Its presence is accidental, a momentary alignment of its path with the stage of the street musician. It simply *is* there, perched and still, while the kazoo player prepares for his next tune. This chance encounter of the wild with human intention, the unburdened with the purposeful, makes one wonder about the nature of a crowd. Do the rangers, with their muddy boots, see the pigeon and think of a different kind of wildness? Does the street performer notice it at all? The world keeps moving, full of a thousand private lives, and every now and then they intersect, creating a moment that holds more than any single intention can explain. The pigeon will fly off soon, unremembered by most, but its quiet pause holds the fragile possibility of a world beyond our making.