Last Nights rehearsal was truly a gift from Dada heaven, or wherever they all landed-(though I do like to think of them all-Tristan, and Hugo and the rest, tossing their harps and halos into the audience,shocking the "newbies" as they enter... (hmmm...is there an audience in heaven?I for one hope so)
As i was saying...a gift. Frank, our dear dear anti-artistic Director, has surpassed himself inspiring the rehearsal process with a childlike enthusiasm that was infectious. Without giving too much away, my "inner cat" which has long been clawing its way to get out and on to the stage made its appearance yesterday, and oh what a fun filled a feral exploration it was!
Thank you Frank! and my fellow anti-artists!
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