[UNTITLED] Water, Perspex, Soil, etc.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
The auteur at the heart of her text yearns to close the gap between the art object and herself, the art star. At least, she wants the appearance of having forsaken aesthetic detachment. And we’re with her.
I’m a playwright by trade, and like Wainwrights and Shipwrights, in this modern world Playwrights are pretty useless. It is a dying art. Seriously disrupted.
All artists and/or workers involved are paid a living wage for all phases of pre-production and production.