JKL Collective © 2018
Performance of The Back of It at the Full Circle Festival presented by Chicago Danztheatre Ensemble
The rain ceased as suddenly as it had come. It was mid-December, the almost end of a long, parched year. Drought had hit in the summer like a wave of nausea, left burned-out charcoal ridges in the mountains and spineless, skeleton trees in the valley. Georgia drew back the kitchen curtains. Light came in and left a jeweled shadow on her neck. There had been, in the two minute downpour, a shudder she’d wanted to mistake for wind and then a terrible cracking like an old body colliding with cement. The tree lay big and surrendered across the flattened fence. The roots had ripped out like a seam.