Emotionless

Two naked dancers, one male and one female, are beautifully sculpted, young, yet emotionless. They are both in their mid-twenties. The couple floats through a spacious, white room outlined in black, without much interaction, but burdened with a ball. There is simple couch in the center of the room where they meet, not to touch, but to pass the ball. At first, the balloon ball is in the hands of the young man. He holds the balloon ball out from his chest passing is to the woman, as if he can’t bear to hold it. He passes the ball in slow motion and the transfer to the girl is awkward. Although the couple is in the room together, it is clear their emotions are apart. The girl takes the ball, but throws the ball indifferently away on the floor, not wanting to bear the responsibility of it either. It is only for a few seconds that the couple sits next to one another, only to pass the ball, dismissing the sheer gravity and significance of it, and never wanting to own it.

The separation between them isn’t easy for them. They were lovers once, but never friends. The baby they had together isn’t what either of them wanted. The ball, just as the baby, keeps moving from person to another. The ball is the baby they both didn’t want. Suddenly the girl speaks, mouthing something to the camera. The man speaks back although we can’t hear anything. They are really talking or listening to each other. It’s all about passing the ball. No one wants the ball or the baby because responsibility is too much for the both of them.

The seven of clovers is a playing card. The card is washed out and worn, with out any regard to the newness of it. Their relationship resembles the card. The card is ripped out on the bottom, torn and worn like they are. I cannot see the upside down 7 but; I can still see the clover at the bottom, a cluster of three balls, three balloons, and now three children. The card is as fragile as the children are and was put aside in my jeans pocket and washed and dried. The edges of the card look as if they have tried to be mended, with touches of paint all over the edges. Some of the parts are looking like sticky glue and that is the only thing that is holding it together, which makes it smell old and look worn.