Puppets, we are all puppets for one reason or another, for a certain time or a lifetime.
In the background on the stage are 5 skeletal puppets. Doing the dance of life needed to exist but always under the control of the puppet master.
The curtains are red, dark, and garish because their lives are full of secrets abuses and much pain. The colour red has nothing to do with power/autonomy for them it is the colour which signifies ‘stop’ as their own lives are at a stand still.
In the foreground is a large skeletal figure no more a puppet. The only evidence of her past is the yellow cord hanging from her wrist. She is fleshing out, healing, at last gaining control of her own life .
Under her left foot is her heart, taking the place of the hat in that folkloric dance. It has been torn from her many years and many tears ago and even she has abused it by neglecting and denying its rightful place and its importance. It is now finding its way back to where it belongs.
She stands tall, proud. Once more wearing flowers in her hair, however, she wears an unsure, nervous smile. The red lipstick she wears is a sign of her newly found power, her independence.
In the background on the stage are 5 skeletal puppets. Doing the dance of life needed to exist but always under the control of the puppet master.
The curtains are red, dark, and garish because their lives are full of secrets abuses and much pain. The colour red has nothing to do with power/autonomy for them it is the colour which signifies ‘stop’ as their own lives are at a stand still.
In the foreground is a large skeletal figure no more a puppet. The only evidence of her past is the yellow cord hanging from her wrist. She is fleshing out, healing, at last gaining control of her own life .
Under her left foot is her heart, taking the place of the hat in that folkloric dance. It has been torn from her many years and many tears ago and even she has abused it by neglecting and denying its rightful place and its importance. It is now finding its way back to where it belongs.
She stands tall, proud. Once more wearing flowers in her hair, however, she wears an unsure, nervous smile. The red lipstick she wears is a sign of her newly found power, her independence.
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