After
performing in the Treefort Fest in 2012 artist and filmmaker
Peter Max Lawrence was invited to experience Boise during
the afterglow of its music festival. While meandering about
the river way for the third time since his arrival to the
lovely city, he sat quietly in front of the stunning cold
spring water and over his ear-buds blasting a Rufus Wainwright
song or two, he heard a voice repeatedly asking him to get
into the river. Who, what and where did this voice come from?
He knew this direction was a bad idea and might even be certain
death; but on a crisp cool Tuesday morning he dipped his pale
toes in to the mountain's cold waters and quickly darted back
to the log where is socks and shoes were delicately placed.
It was here, as he brushed the dirt off his feet, that it
occurred to him, not only had he enjoyed walking around in
high heels carrying a cross as a combo Kurt Cobain/Courtney
Love amalgam all weekend but wouldn't it be nice to bring
the people, the audience and the artists to the river. Wouldn't
it be even nicer to offer this astounding natural space and
theater as a temporary stage for performance and art work.
Yes wouldn't it be just lovely. So after a few discussions
with the ever-so-lovely local Elizabeth McSurdy, who by strange
and awkward chance, had invited him to the line-up of her
self driven performance series for the same Treefort the idea
was born and the baby wanted to, yes you guessed, it whisper
near the river.
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Whitler H. Pratphall |
