It’s Friday night and motorcycles are flocking to a small alleyway near 8th and Harrison. Lights are strung between brick buildings and a well-patina-ed Plymouth Special Deluxe is parked amongst the bikes. It’s the opening celebration for the “I Am This Motorcycle” art show which runs at Heron Arts until March fourth

No one talks. Throbbing chanting moves slowly around the room. Outside, through pane glass windows, boats rock in the harbor, birds fly over the bay. Old, drawn-out Latin words run through coils of copper wire and flow out of forty speakers arranged in a circle around the room. Walking up