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The Duende of Tetherball fearlessly ransacks the scrutinizing role of the past on the present; the interactions and accountabilities of ourselves and other species; the challenges and pleasures of getting older and forever striving to balance our most cherished and often incomprehensible relationships both with the world and each other.
Bowling strives to account for and address our human need to resolve the tension between personal freedom and a world burdened by increasing homogenization and centralized control by adopting an industry of personal fortitude and thoughtful redress. He seeks to remember and to remember again the lessons polished over a lifetime: Fifteen, scared but still apt / to toss damn thee black / thou cream-faced loon / in PE class at the rippling back / of some hoop or net-bound jock, / I was learning - too soon - / the only lesson that counts: / how to be alone.
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The Duende of Tetherball fearlessly ransacks the scrutinizing role of the past on the present; the interactions and accountabilities of ourselves and other species; the challenges and pleasures of getting older and forever striving to balance our most cherished and often incomprehensible relationships both with the world and each other.
Bowling strives to account for and address our human need to resolve the tension between personal freedom and a world burdened by increasing homogenization and centralized control by adopting an industry of personal fortitude and thoughtful redress. He seeks to remember and to remember again the lessons polished over a lifetime: Fifteen, scared but still apt / to toss damn thee black / thou cream-faced loon / in PE class at the rippling back / of some hoop or net-bound jock, / I was learning - too soon - / the only lesson that counts: / how to be alone.