Ms. Skura, in orange stretch jeans and feathers in her hair, is joined by Debra Wanner, wearing hot pink capri jeans with leaves in her hair, and brown jackets, of their own design. Two squares of light illuminate the four characters as they come in to view, lights popping on and off while the women appear more static and the men advance towards each other.

The women don eyeglasses and carry little notebooks in which they scribble, audibly pressing the pen on the page. When they begin reciting "the rules": door can be open....or closed; when you take time for yourself use 1/2 of it to lie down; rearrange hut once a week- notice the walls are fluid; rewrite the rules- the humor is evident. Despite the sincere, poetic face of Ms. Wanner, and the obvious idiocy of the men, Todd Jefferson Moore and Tom Cayler, Ms. Skura is definitely as interested in the words as the movement.

Charming wiggles interspersed with static poses permeate the choreography while 'love letters to the world' float from the balcony into the audience, accompanied by drawings from the notebooks which invites us to feel closer to their experience. Each woman hangs the letters on a string where they resemble birds, kites, butterflies. It is an added benefit to read the letters later. Though the piece is fragmented (from the snippets of dance and the men speaking of turtles and wearing tiaras) Ms. Skura has a verbal acuity that cuts to the heart of what matters most to her. At the end she says "the complicated seemed familiar.....now so strange........but really just different".

As the men copy the women and reverse roles with them the feeling is lonely, separate, and I am still thinking.....and re-reading.... "The walls were held together with the thoughts of the newborn, who are now older, and thinking other things," and I recall the vibrant performances, especially from the women.
EYE ON THE ARTS, NY -- Deborah Wingert