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Although there is a volcano inside, there isn’t much to say…
The rational mind will figure out why volcano erupts
The volcano has no need to know
All it can say: it feels random nonetheless destined!
Anyway, what can you do with the knowledge?
Last night, I had dreams of great danger – big holes over the ice but hidden under the snow. I was careful not to fall through. Yet it was also at the risky spot, I spotted magical birds and creatures that I had never seen in real life – it was a fleeting moment, not enough time to capture on my camera, even in the dream. I saw two kind of birds – one has blue and white colors and another kind is all white – they are two mothers with their babies – birds with huge wings. The other creature is somewhat like monkeys but transparent and other-worldly – they walked into view but became static liking ancient rock paintings and then became transparent and melted away like snow flakes.
There was a blue book that flies to the sky and disappeared instantly.
Notes for the project:
(1) The following scene serves as the opening scene of a full play, with the theme on “interpretations OR misinterpretations” of a current event – its complexity and ironies. The “snake woman” is both a participant and an observer (or a partial commentator). [This scene will also be part of a short film, to be filmed and edited later.]
(2) The “snake woman” is inspired by both Eve AND Medusa. A certain ambiguity is intended and therefore will not be explained to the actor or audience. Feedback will be collected afterward for revising.
(3) The actor’s physicality and movement bear similarity to those of a snake and a woman (representing Yin), but positive.
(4) The actor will have specific sound and image of the stage in mind, but this is not made audible or visible to the audience. Therefore the audience can only imagine through the actor’s performance.
(5) The costume and the hairstyle are designed to invoke the image of Medusa (especially the hairstyle), to challenge the interpretation, and to subtly encourage a reinterpretation (the image of a rabbit coiled by a snake has always been an ominous symbol in folk art – the balance of Yin and Yang – and the Taoist symbol of Yin Yang may have come from this image). It functions if it can help the actor to transform into the role.
(6) A suggestion for the actor is to show wittiness and avoid getting too serious.
At the center of the stage, in darkness, a person lies on the floor in a position like a snake. She is facing toward the back of the stage, at first not moving, with the spotlight over her slowly becoming bright. The audience hears a ripping sound, as if a snake is shedding its skin. She stretches out one arm with an undulating motion, like a snake’s.
At what time am I waking up?
To what world am I reborn?
Why is the air misty, and
the sky dark and low?
She gets up and turns around to face the audience, like someone who has just awakened. She walks to the front of the stage. While she is trying to figure out the world, she looks from her right to the left into the distance.
What is that in the distance, like a burned-down forest, chopped flat on the top, no longer green but gray and black?
What is this sound, no gentle rustle of wind over leaves, no chirping of thousands of birds, but a constant rumbling, yet not of thunder?
Now she starts to pay attention to her immediate surroundings (looking toward the three sides of the stage, starting from her left).
Where is the garden? A few columns remain, stones here and there, turning into ruins, back to earth…
She turns to her right front corner, so that she is largely facing the audience. This is where she sees Cellini’s statue of Perseus with the Head of Medusa (but the audience doesn’t see it).
(Alarmed) What is this handsome man doing with a sword in hand? Ah! (Aghast, because she sees the dead body and the severed head, she loses the ability to utter coherent words – expresses herself by physical movement and facial expression…)
Why is he holding a severed head with hair that looks like mine, except that her face looks so dreadful! (Touches her own face and looks at the audience) I don’t look dreadful, do I? What has happened? I regard myself as sensible, but this makes no sense (she makes gestures as if wondering at the relationship of her living self with the dead woman in the statue.)
She flicks her tongue in and out like a snake’s, moving it to pick up information and to make sense of what has happened while she has been sleeping. She wakes up and comes to an understanding of her situation. She now changes from her earlier contemplative mood to a greater awareness (showing this through facial expression). She talks faster now.
I see. I guess one cannot expect someone to taste if the person has no tastebuds!
When I gave the apple to the woman, she liked it. I clearly remember that after one bite, she told me (turns her body around as if she has become another character), “Huh, this is better than orgasm…”
Then what happened between her and her man afterward was beyond me. The man came to me the next morning, with shame over his face, his sex covered with a fig leaf; he angrily accused me of being evil!
I had expected that he might not like the taste of an apple–but like it or not, what does that have to do with good or evil? (Stillness after)
(She walks toward the statue and observes it again, this time calmly and confidently. And then she bursts into loud laughter.)
hah, hah, hah, hah, this man that you have regarded as a hero for centuries, he even plundered my wings (finding them missing over her head) from my head and crowned himself, and tied two wings onto his sandals, so they could lift him high up to the marble pedestal? What a brilliant idea of Hu-Man’s self-promotion and deceit! (Laughing)
(Stops laughing, turns to the audience)
Except, except the wings on my head used to symbolize the value of intuition, not dominance. (Pause) Could these be related? Now when the rain hits the earth, I taste acid. When wind blows, hurricane follows. When earth shakes, we say it quakes.
Did this all started from me offering the taste of an apple, or didn’t it?
(Suddenly she covers her ears as she hears the loud sound of gunfire and explosives.)
What are those loud explosions? (She quickly runs to her hiding place. Curtain falls, sound continues for the next scene.)
I am commissioned to make 50 pieces of paper-cuts and they should be the same so that the shareholders won’t feel that they get something different from each other. However, it would be boring if I made all 50 the same. So I have cut different ones so far. I have tried to ask friends if they can only choose one, which one they will prefer. The answer is not unanimous. Now I am thinking what I should do. Let me know your choice if you read this post. Thank you.
And if you are one of the shareholders reading this page, it is even better. Please leave a comment on which one you like here, or even something you like but I haven’t done yet. I certainly want to make you happy with the work you get. It’s just that I don’t know who you are and what you like :).