Imagine a box, velvet black,
Low-key lighting like beams from a lighthouse cast.
Open space, no seats, silence.
Just a big black box
Waiting for actors, dancers, musicians.
It’s a space that will be.
Meaning will they make,
Like blank page to written word.
They perform, imprint our souls, move on.
My knowledge of transitional space grows;
From dorm room, to dorm room,
A kind of living box,
Year to year, term to term,
I see London, Seoul, New York –- the craze of pop ups
Integral to the scene of art and culture;
They are experimental, dynamic, exciti...