Blindness is scary. Beyond the inability to see, blindness implies a mental state. In blindness we are lost. In searching for our bearings, we recognize the smallest hint of familiarity – a texture, a sound, a touch. The combination of the familiar with the unfamiliar creates tension.

MOLES DANCING invites you to engage in a one-to-one encounter. It begins with an attendant dressing you in a mole outfit that includes headphones and a blindfold. Then, you are led into the Mole Hole with the instruction to find me, your “soul mole”, who is waiting for you inside. In our blindness, we search for each other so we might share a dance as we listen to Bruce Springsteen’s “Dancing In The Dark” slowed down 42%. The slower speed subverts our expectation of the familiar music, creating a sensation of heaviness, subconsciously slowing our steps as we instinctively try to match the beat. Through the heavy layers of faux fur, gender identity is impossible. Even though we are embracing we are distanced because of our padding, still safe within our own “skin”, our own darkness. The only thing we can recognize is the other body’s energy patterns. Stiff? Relaxed? Clinging?