by Lucy Gellman – Arts Paper
The video starts with a ticking watch, the second hand whisper-thin and methodical as it sprints forward. The piano comes in clear, succinct and persistent. A cello sings beneath it, and then disappears. The scene shifts: a needle points northward on a compass that turns at a dizzying pace. An ocean of voices rises, slowly.
I have lost my way, members of the New Haven Chorale sing. I miss my students.
I have lost my bearings/We are thankful for family/And friends.