Imagine a circle: at eleven o’clock the phrase, “Dance is Romance,” arcs across the top. At eight o’clock and two o’clock are two silhouettes. At eight o’clock stands a long-haired woman in a wide-stance back bend, arms extended gracefully above and behind. From the two o’clock position leaps a lithe male dancer, airborne in a bent-leg ballet jeté, arms also extended, in front and behind .

Between the two silhouettes stretches the word, ~ between ~. The words, “Space and Time,” bend beneath like a chair-rocker at five of the clock to complete the circuit.

This circle of expression floats against a backdrop of mist and above a mist-drenched, tiled courtyard receding in visibility. In the foreground, a glistening cobblestone carriageway frames a stone pedestal planter with a dense spray of pale red blossoms, the only color in this mist (and mystery?) shrouded image.