Gold flute 1994

I stood on midnight blue fabric and blew gold dust through a bamboo flute. The sound of the flute was piercing, while the gold drifted silently in the air. The dust floated over the fabric and painted it, but it also drifted throughout the gallery, settling on people’s shoulders and the red wine they were sipping.

After the performance, they walked into the starry night, with gold dust on them and in them.