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CHANNEL 1 (Silhouettes of two figures reflected
on ice) MAN: I'm leaving.
WOMAN: Where will you go?
MAN: South.
WOMAN: Afraid of your own shadows?
MAN: I have no shadows.
WOMAN: Don't kid yourself. We all have our shadows.
MAN: I'll beat my shadow. I'll keep running.
WOMAN: You'll never make it.
MAN: Watch me run.
WOMAN: Go back to your own tribe.
MAN: I have no tribe. No where to go back to.
WOMAN: Make your own tribe then.
MAN: I'm not the type. I'll stay one step ahead of the shadows.
WOMAN: Stay... Stay here another day.
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CHANNEL 2：
(Images from a "farm" where they raise foxes for their fur.
Abstract images of branches and snow. Occasionally, we get a glimpse
of the barbed wired fence and the foxes.)
WOMAN: You should get out of here.
MAN: I have to hide.
WOMAN: You'll be safer with the elements.
MAN: They'll get me. They'll hunt me down.
WOMAN: Crawl across the border.
MAN: I can't. I can't leave you behind.
WOMAN: Forget about me.
MAN: What about us?
WOMAN: Get going. Time is running out.
MAN: I won't make it. It's too wild out there.
WOMAN: Give it a try.
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CHANNEL 3：
(Sequence edited from 8mm found-footage home-movie of a Japanese infant
in a bright red outfit playing with his tall blonde English nanny
who wears a blue dress.)
MAN: Come with me.
WOMAN: I can't.
I'm not a chameleon like you. I like the earth. I don't want to float
in the air.
MAN: Come on, fly with me.
WOMAN: My wings will melt.
MAN: The wind will take us to paradise.
WOMAN: The storm will swallow me.
MAN: I'll swallow the storm.
WOMAN: Illusions of grandeur.
MAN: I've trained with the angels.
WOMAN: Only in your wildest dream.
MAN: I'm a dreamer.
WOMAN: You better wake up.
MAN: I'll wake up if you come with me.
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CHANNEL 4：
(abstract imagery of a bright orange flame burning at night.)
WOMAN: Let's open the door.
MAN: I can't move.
WOMAN: You haven't turned into a beetle yet.
MAN: My legs are frozen.
WOMAN: We have to get out of here.
MAN: We can leave in the spring.
WOMAN: Spring won't be coming this year. We've got to run after it.
MAN: The ice will kill us.
WOMAN: We'll melt the ice.
MAN: We don't have the power.
WOMAN: You left your heart in December.
MAN: Your heart runs faster than me.
WOMAN: Come on, come on out here.
MAN: Close the door. Stay here with me.
WOMAN: I'm going... I'll be heading south.
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Friday, June 26th-Sunday, July 12th, 1998 [Finished]
5th Floor Lobby
Artist Talk