Wall-Walkers & Imaginary Creatures

It’s …

Like looking at a different world…

… a world of contradictions…

Where there are humans walking on walls, both inside rooms and along side buildings. These wall-walkers are seemingly

defying gravity

and are creating a rift between reality and fantasy.

It’s a-m-a-z-ing…

In one place… inside a white walled room, there are figures dressed in black that are dancing on the walls, and from these figures a shadow is cast onto the whiteness of the walls. Here… in this room… in the absence of white, which is black… the absence of black, which is white… each are mutually exclusive, but together they exist in a strange marriage that produces two worlds. Dual worlds in which the dancers exist in one, and their shadows in another.

Some shadows are darker than others, some are lighter. The shadows move faster or s l o w e r than the dancer, and their shapes are skewed out of proportion. They slowly appear, then disappear… sometimes there are multiple shadows for every dancer…sometimes there are no shadows at all… sometimes they appear below the dancer, and sometimes they appear above the dancer. These shadows resemble creatures… Monsters rather… that exists in a plane of existence different to our own. The shadows of the dancer's legs and arms become the antennas and tentacles of the creature… and they are flat, and translucent creatures, with no physical details... at least none visible to our eye. No distinguishable nose, mouth, eyes, or ears. They are untouchable, unsmellable, unconversable, but their shape is visible to our eyes. When you try to touch them, your hand will pass through them with ease as if they were not there... when you smell them, all you would be smelling is the freshness of the air... and when you converse with them... well, you will be dubbed crazy for talking to a wall...

It’s creepy…

In another place… outside, in the fog… a figure slowly stands up on the roof of a building, barely visible. He is about to perform an amazing feat, like watching a magic trick without knowing it is a trick.

S l o w l y he stands and walks to the edge of the roof, and with no fear at all, he allows his feet to take him off the edge of the roof, and onto the walls of the building. He walks facing the floor, parallel to it. To the bystanders on the ground, his body is barely visible, still lost in the thickness of the fog… but slowly he emerges from the fog, like a zombie in a horror movie, sneaking upon its victim. He proceeds down the side of the building, slowly as if not to lose his footing, despite the fact he is held up by a harness and rope. The fog around him blocks the light, so it appears as if he has no shadow, which makes this feat seem more unbelievable. It looks as if he is gliding down the wall, not really walking on it. It’s as if he is floating… like a ghost hovering on the wall. The bystanders stare up, towards the figure… the ghost-like figure… the man… unsure what to think. Just like in horror movies, where the victim stands around waiting to die, the bystanders stand at the bottom, looking up, staring… pointing… wondering

“What is going on?”

... surreal.