Last night was the Family Center’s Halloween Monster Mash at the Community House. Everyone dressed up and danced to Senegalese Drumming by Backa. The floor of the hall was covered with multi-colored balloons. Booh said it was a “field of balloons.”
She was telling her daddy how she was running around like a cheetah during the dance, kicking balloons everywhere. They started to reminisce about our trip to Mass MoCA when she was a year and a half old to see Ann Hamilton’s exhibition. The room, a very large warehouse, was filled 6 inches high with glassine paper that fell from the ceiling. Copy machines were attached to the ceiling, dropping paper systematically, slowly filling the space over the course of the exhibit.
As I type, Booh and her daddy are arguing over whether or not she will ever be able to do that again. Her daddy said she wouldn’t and Booh is insisting she will. She’s convinced that the picture I took then has the real Booh in it. She said she can kick a “field of paper” any time she wants to.