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As I waited in anticipation, the cold marble wall I was leaning on began to warm with my rising excitement. We took our seats, the lights low and blue - someone is on stage in a defensive fetal-like position. It was Linder, I later came to realize. The scene hushes the incoming audience members into a whispered lull. The atmosphere is set.

On an early fall evening at the Portland Institute of Contemporary Art, a crowd waits in eager anticipation under a hush of palpable energy. Three large projections fill the wall in front of us, and a three-channel video appears as if mimicking a triptych.