by Lightsey Darst February 13, 2007 The figure, brightly lit, moves in a flurry. The sound is like a CD skipping. Arms, more than making sense, flicker through space, straight, bent, high, low, close to the body or widely sweeping. Some of the arms, thin and wooden, belong to a mannequin breastplate the figure wears; human arms manipulate jointed puppet arms too rapidly to be really seen. Other than the…