Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Anti-Sea-Pa' tinG

A few colors from the hinter-neglect...



(eyes used for tooth support)


It was a very funny set design. Clog said, "let's do fences" and I agreed: fences make for easy theatre. Condition? We get naked. SO the three of us did-- Gaylord showing up with his munchy floor guitar to add to the program. "Dude, you been working out?" Clog asked. Ed and Randy and Id would peek their heads around the fence and gasp giddy beeps of laughter: three naked middle-aged guys with instruments. Behind a fence. Playing noises with each curtain draw; performing sounds for John's paintings that would go up with each open-and-close. Could you see it? The fence would act as, well, a fence. Sometimes some ball bounce would get a peep or a slatted sidelong wink, though. I jumped a bit, too: first time for everything-- naked, no, but naked with the whole entourage? Yes. A yes Anti-Friend Hut. Curtains and clapping.

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