We didn't mean to have an ArtDate. It was a slow Saturday afternoon. My partner, Kenny Foner, and I had been quarantined together for about a month. We decided to jam a bit; they played clarinet and I danced. In that impulse space created by the act of improvising, I had a sudden idea. I'd been experimenting with objects during my morning improvisations, missing the feeling of contact improvisation, responding to the weight and texture and shape of another.
We pulled out our glass coffee table. We found that the space underneath it had its own life, sensuous and strange, pressing to be heard. The piece we made is below. It's best viewed on a device that supports vertical video (like a smartphone or tablet).