These Merry Birds

May 31, 2019

These Merry Birds

The higher I fly, the fainter sound becomes. The quiet lends a meditative quality to soaring. I can trust the wind to carry me.

I also know that sweet strains of music will be carried on that same wind from the direction of Proutopia. It will bring to me the sounds of the merrymakers tuning up.

Anne Marie Williot will be taking her accordion out for its regular walk. Vincent Ellin will hoisting his bassoon, freeing it from its usual “orchestral shell” and bringing it out into the open air to stroll the grounds. The Def-Uh-Cats will be organizing themselves on the stage, getting keyed-up, ready to play a little.

But there will also be mystery in our merry-making. Our wanderers, well-plumed but ephemeral, will be flitting from place to place, landing for perhaps a moment or two before they disappear, only to reappear somewhere else. You will see them - but they might not see you. They will wander among us in a parallel dimension, preoccupied by an experience of a Proutopia we can not see or hear ... a mis-en-scene in gentle motion. They will not approach you, but by all means, you will be welcome to capture their images - if you can - in a photograph.

These are the elusive things that make Proutopia an enchantment in full flight.

Soaring still.

Your faithful correspondent,
Wendy King p.p. (pigeon post)

We are so close to landing. Find everything you need to know on the links below. Online advance tickets are $5, at the gate, $10.