a girl stood on the doorway not letting us move forward.
she had a book in her hand
she opened it an offered a pen
then she closed the book
she asked us to write our names on the cover of the book
and cancel the name which was written before.
We were then allowed to step ahead.
walking a few steps, we encountered a boy baring his torso.
holding a pen in his hand for us to write on his bare chest.
Our words, we engraved on his chest, sanctioned our entry to the space safely guarded by his performances/presence.
In the middle of the room, a man was wearing an attire locked, with keys around his neck.
Before him was a man sitting on the doorway creating sounds from the words of the text he indulged in.
In another room, a woman stood, dressed in pink, with balloons all over her, masquerading her face adorning her hijab.
The corridor saw a a performer paint words with black, from a text she held in her hands. These words adorned the walls of the corridor.
As time passed by, the audience started to burst the balloons attached to the performer, rigorously.
Zuni, one of the performers, went about the Tent "questioning about 26" to the other performers. Amidst all this, we heard her hum songs.
Mozo, a performer, decorated the bathroom with edited pictures of Gods, the commode was decorated with garlands and the entrance to the space had a wooden shoe, authentically Indian in the religious context. There was also, a video projection of devotees singing for the holy gods.
with time,the space was filled with more people
the other performers worried about their work
the space was being shared...
we dispersed for lunch.