Compression: Donna Vitucci
“When I think of compressed arts, or compression, I invariably think of the cold compresses my mom would set across our foreheads when we had fevers, or during the dead of summer when we tried to sleep, as children, my sisters and i, in the still and sticky-hot nights. Thus is the remedy for agitation and fidget, for the too-much-ness that heat carries. Each of my short shorts has had a cold compress put to it, and therefore what remains delivers ease and relaxation and a more alert consciousness. Or maybe that’s all blather. maybe compression just means get to the point, plunge in the point and get out quick.” — Donna Vitucci
