when no one was around, i thought that all of a sudden, i no longer existed, but instead this contour of a person whose limbs i could move, fingers i can open and close. but in turn, there wasn't anyone for this person to reach out to for all its weight, its stutters. the only part everyone remembers is the one who walked over to those tables with friends, spaced out, went on all those trips, climbed those rooftops. just a regular student and even then, i stare at it all happening like it's in a show somewhere, just waiting for it to come to an end, or some kind of revelation to take place. or maybe i just wanted to somehow get up and join into that show of trips to the mountain with this body and even then, will there be something in it that another could believe in?

performans sans grata

up on the roof...

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francisco hong

sound artist. spends alot of time collecting ambient sounds around him. emotionally adept and is quite astute on his readings of a person. he uses free music making software and sticks to any kind of freeware. soft spoken but only in manner. will speak out only if necessary. fond of notebooks with cute characters on them.

brandon leung

grew up in markham. met francisco in one of his performances while he was taking a theatre program. somewhat reckless and can be rather callous towards people unless he really likes them. a decent improviser and can usually play along to things depending on how he feels. although it risks him thinking that he needs to be constantly alert all the time. likes high places