Travel Log
September 6, 2012

Our small band of black-clad explorers arrived in the desert around lunchtime — hungry, without a morsel in sight. One clay road ran through the center of the area. Most navigated around it so as not to disturb artist Kimberly Ovitz, who we heard was conducting her latest performance.

While hunting for a bottle of water, we noticed a single maiden gliding barefoot down the soft, red path. Wearing pale gauze and woven silk straps, her hair in a plait, she held an air of tranquility with her otherworldly face and slow movements.

Soon more followed in wet jersey tunics, white macrame tops, hooded jackets, and flowing pants. We froze in silence as beating drums thudded in the background. As soon as the trance broke, the crowd dispersed, whispering about the strange mythological scene we had just witnessed.

www.kimberlyovitz.com

Photos: Joe Kohen / Getty Images