Sasha Frolov lays on the FringeArts stage in a brown jeans and an orange T-shirt. Gabrielle Revlock approaches him in a long-sleeved purple shirt and blue shorts; lays down beside him; spoons him; holds his hand; drifts away from him and rests a little more than two arms-lengths away. They stretch to touch once more, their hands just out of reach, quoting Michelangelo’s ceiling. Lights fade, only a spotlight on their outstretched hands remains. And black.
This prelude to Revlock and Frolov’s new hourlong piece, SHOW NO SHOW, captures the exploration to come.