A sandpit for my own entertainment and (hopefully) development as a writer. You’ll find notes, asides, and otherwise unpublishable sundry here.
Notes on: The Changelings (PACT)
A communion of shared fairy bread. A sudden outpouring of light. A red ute. With PACT’s ambitious production, Salusinszky is in a firmament of her own, incandescent with her own strange light.
Notes on: Aurat Raj (25a)
A thick spire of twisted fabrics reaches up, or plunges down; a heavy umbilical cord between sky and earth. A frozen vortex is at its base, or a dark and oily mirror.
In other words
Quotes on the subject of theatre, discovered in podcasts, novels, films, and more.
Sundry
Thoughts on theatre, in any of its aspects. Unserious asides and the occasional brain-squeezed reflection.
Notes on: Not Now, Not Ever (Queen Hades Productions)
Flouncing across stage in a shuffling bop, excitedly kneading her little hoofs into the front of her fleece, and coquettishly elongating a perfect stockinged leg capped with shining-black tap-dance shoe, Lib Campbell is an adorably prurient talking bovid.