Tides of the Wolf
Audience members whisper into a magic lantern their favorite and most accursed first experiences of love.
Archives
A Reproduction (all the ghosts were children) : Gloss
The more I travel this story with them, the more and more familiar it becomes; more and more a part of my imagination, and less and less what it was when I encountered it.
Dramatis Personae : Gloss
What makes me who I am, or lets me become what I am not?
Edits to be Performed
this is a list of edits from previous shows in their absence other things were possible some of them hurt
Uncle Vanya in Krivina: playing near two rivers
I would like the house to be un-crumbled, to undo the damage done by an earthquake, time, distance and neglect, and to place the performance and the audience in that house.
Then a Cunning Voice and A Night We Spend Gazing at Stars
I welcome you. Go for a walk in the field. In the woods. Meadow. Desert. Street. Bring a roasted chicken dinner. Share it. All night there are sighs amongst us, a caress.