Harmonious chanting surrounded by subtle vibrations of mildly amplified sitars fills the air. The mood swings at the drop of an erratic pendulum carrying with it a motorized clanking ripping a hole through the tranquility. Performers and passersby take on the appearance of silent film actors mouthing words to deeply evoked expression by which no one will ever be graced.
The noise making calamity moves through the crowd with a machine-gun approach to parting the sea of people. It’s only purpose seemingly, to slowly inch forward, both propelled and inhibited by the very weight of its own engine.
Gradually fading from earshot, the peace once again descends. The silenced musicians unfazed by the jolt, lose not one beat as the chanters chant and the sitarists play and the sea gently resumes its forward rocking motion.
~ by Christine Fowle