Savannah & I have made ourselves at home here at this decaying house in the middle of nowhere. We are working hard. Fooling around. Feeling light. We have found structure and we have found rest from being restless, we have become productive.
Things are going well, but there is this odd void. There is this void from not knowing what is going to be next.
This void, we fill it. We fill it with the lives of Antigone and Miss Julie, with Emilia Galotti, Bernarda Alba's daughters and Blanche du Bois. With props, make-up, dresses, dialogues and fake emotions.
And in the evenings when we sit down for a moment and look at the stars and the silence around us gets a little too loud we start talking about Antigone and Miss Julie, about Emilia and Blanche and Bernarda Alba´s daughters - as if we could fill this void with colour.
