The cast is in flux—the animate and the inanimate get double billed with that dynamic duo—Push and Pull. […] A broken vow of stasis, a flood of energy. What beautiful instability and pulsation in this floating world off a hinge, drawn through invisible bellows, exhaled, exultant. Figure and ground (such a quaint term for what we really see) do a slow motion see-saw on shifting tectonic plates, and fold into Cezanne-like origami. If this dance weren't so meticulous, so slow, so molecular it would describe a calamity. But in fact this happens every day, every moment in the blink of an eye. Tilts with perfect pitch. The eponymous Flo moves slanted and enchanted down a street in Taormina—as casual, momentous and as "on time" as the Arrival of the Train at La Ciotat that rounded the corner of another century. (Mark McElhatten)