Location: Sheaf Square, Sheffield
OS Grid Reference:SK 358 869 GB
Date: 28 May 2007
Time: 6.30am
Site: Newly regenerated square, Sheffield Railway Station

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Description:This came out in random order: Rolling down the silver metal turning, turning I’m dizzy, spinning, heady.
Slide underneath and see my reflection and the grey sky
L ips on stone my weight on stone, against stone
Ahh! the gentle soft hum of the wind moving through the silver lizard grate, sheet of grey, grain of wood.
The tree has beautiful leaves, young, green, Sheets and strings of water, a monotonous thud. Man, it rains! – ‘spring rain’ they call it in Japan? Some people run wrapped in silver. Crouching as the water flows down into the earth, I’m standing on the edge of an underground cavern down and down – how far does it flow? Buses, people, I’m turning again, curve, smooth metal, hips bang, roll, spin, up and down, toes touch the wooden board, dead? alive? The departures board echoed in the sheen on black granite, so much water, I wonder if she’s seeing sheets of water?
Present:Jo Salter, various late night/early morning revellers
Any other comments:
I feel dominated by the rain and the thumping water, like in January I’m subsumed, it takes me over, seems to steal some of my energy, and my thoughts are only here. I think of you once when I’m looking into the water, otherwise I feel the rain, the cold, here.
Laughing as someone asks if they can try on my hat and runs in front of the camera to show their belly,
The waterwall fountain is switched on at 7.03am. It looks ridiculous in all this rain.

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Description: The waterfal roars and I am transported back to Shelbourne Falls (Jan).
i hear it echo all around me.
i absorb the space but a lot of the time I am thinking 'i don't even know whereabouts you are! not even the compass point in relation to me' I feel ungrounded so I just fill with my own dance.
About halfway I see the leaves growing over the wall. I hide under them. they are safe. Why do Ialways find you in crevices?... I look up and ask 'where are you, little ladybird?' as I leave the hanging leaves one of the stems stays with my shoulder, it is your hand. As I move away I dance with you for a while, with your hand on my shoulder. I turn and take your face in my hands and we dance in a kind of David Lynch waltz for a while...
i am drawn back to the water, it sprays my ankles and my arms. I stand with the waterfall behind me, I see you cavorting about in the distance, in the main area of the square, leaping and pulling your body to the side as if opening and closing a sliding door.
Then I am totally encompassed by the water, the rocks, the splashing, the sound, the sun glaring over the top. I am humbled by the place, all the elements. As I sink down it is time to stop
Present: Daisuke TAKAGI, photographer
Contact : patary@hotmail.com
Homepage:http://patary.spaces.live.comAny other comments:
i am aware that i am being watched by many people in this square, and photographed by many too. This makes me want to entertain a little, perform virtuosically. I wonder how much this distracts me.
I also wonder if this connects in any way to the shiny surface of tokyo and then I wonder how the country is am experiencing in the whole month leading up to the duet also affects the specific environment of the actual day
There are skateboarders and my dance is punctuated by their noise