The World Getting Smaller : Gloss
KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
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Future Perfect : Gloss 1
Will our love stories ever resolve, they wonder, will they come to a head at some point like a mountain peak or a vast plateau or will they stubbornly revolve in spinning sequences of not-quite-endings, hapless or half-hearted attempts to cut cords left over from the last vow-less beginning?
Scenes of Appalling Human Degradation : Gloss
Who is that woman in the first paragraph, so jaded and bored? Even when I have seen a show, I have not really seen it. And there is always more to see. I start reading.
Now You See Me
Use sticks from the wings to tip over glasses of water. Tug at strings to pull out chairs for ghosts. Be in the building but NEVER be seen, no part of us.
Scenes of Appalling Human Degradation
There’s a woman on stage wearing slender black trousers cut at the ankle, a t-shirt and a blazer, flat shoes. Very neatly dressed.
This is Me
I’m a single lesbian looking for a lover. I’m 44. My favourite food is chops. I make art to make […]
Theatre of the Everyday : Gloss
The “ultimate performance” requires the agora, as it demands a democratic space in which every author is also every other person’s performer.