It’s freezing cold on the outskirts of town. Yet people gather. I watch them form a row across the horizon. We all wait for something to happen. However, nothing does…
Waiting. What are we doing out here?
Crows are congregating around us. Calling at each other.
But Nothing happens. Time passes.
We are all waiting.
And then… it happens.
One gun shot.
A sudden frenzy of batting wings and shrieking caws.
The musicians begin to play.
The crowd slowly scatters in all directions, silently going back to their lives. The late winter landscape is once again empty, deathly still.
It appears that we have been assembled to witness a brutal act. To participate in being seen – the spectacle of watching and being watched.
Directors: Michelle & Uri Kranot