“Kan Katsura begins his Time Machine suspended overhead in a fabric sling that he unmakes into a white cascade; he clambers down. Pools of light ring him in this difficult, unfamiliar world, where thudding percussion and windy cries resound. Supine, he strains upward. Braced on all fours, he waits. At the end of his hyper-tense assimilation of what might be new wisdom, he clambers back up the cloth. Azumaru, improvising with musician Jack Wright, explores the space, his own body, and the sounds Wright sputters into a beat-up sax. Prowling, Azumaru’s a handsome sight; undulating, mouth open in horror, he’s a rubber man. At one point he stands on his head, lifts his supporting hands, and crashes sideways to the floor straight as a tree.”
– Deborah Jowitt, “Fields of Battle”, Voice Choices, 2005
