quilty

Wheeee, fun with theatre. Creating a mask piece centered around a closet--monsters, skeletons. Steering away from "coming out of the closet," because that's too damn obvious. Stealing text from Lolita and possible singing parts from Missed Me by the Dresden Dolls. The Dresden Dolls have basically taken over every impulse in my brain.
Do you miss me? Will you kiss me through the window?

How come everywhere I go someone is playing the soundtrack to Closer? I really enjoyed that movie. Even if I hadn't liked it, I would have enjoyed it for being so different, so unabashedly theatrical. And I'm glad to see that Clive Owen has moved past playing Tanner the Blind Detective. (This was from a PBS mystery series that amused me endlessly. He was losing his sight gradually, and every time he would get a blind flash the screen would go blurry and these bizarre, echo-y sound effects would start to play. It was pretty bad.)

I am the world's worst accident.
I am the Girl Anachronism.

Now I need to figure out a way to have red ribbons unfurl from inside my mouth without having them drip with saliva. I like this piece.