Jamie Steward and Caraleen McElroy’s latest dance encoys you into “la foret”. But only those who listen carefully, those who rub their eyes and look again, those prepared to eavesdrop. It’s personal and intimate. All intimate things need familiarity and trust. Can we trust these two forrest spirits? But too late, once caught in their allurement you follow the chuggling brook of electro cittern, bells and twinkling sounds. Ensouled breathing synth bits mixing with whispers, not piecewise but monolithic and yet fragile. It’s soft, sweet, but be careful, intensity lurks behind many trees like a sudden wind in your neck. No sense in asking it “Where do you come from?”. It’s getting lost but never being lost. No, it’s not scary, it’s being astonished, having big eyes, forgetting the question “How did I come here”. It’s so senseless when you were always there. Memorial of the present.