The plywood floor flexes softly under your feet. A grid of hidden seams catches the spill of a single work light, turning the stage into a quiet puzzle. Platforms slide,…
The first thing the audience sees is not the set. It is not the lighting cue you labored over at midnight. It is a figure moving across the threshold, cloth…
The brush drags through thick blue paint, leaving a quiet scar across the canvas. The room smells faintly of acrylic and tea. Somewhere a kettle clicks off. A radio murmurs…
A narrow alley stretches away from you under a single streetlamp. Cobblestones glisten. Windows lean in overhead. You could swear it runs on for fifty feet. Then the work light…
The steel above you hums quietly, a nervous animal. Cables stretch into the dark, shackles glint, and somewhere high in the grid a tiny fleck of rust catches the light…
The air is humming before anyone moves. Empty studio. Pale light on mirrors. The faint smell of resin and sweat soaked into wood. Then the first step lands. A heel,…
The key glows faintly under your hand. The lock is old, iron, heavy. Somewhere behind the wall you hear a mechanism shift, like a held breath released. The door does…
The room is almost black. Just a faint haze of blue along the floor, like night pooling around your ankles. Your audience has surrendered their eyes; they are listening with…
The loading dock yawns open before sunrise, a concrete mouth lit by sodium orange. Cold air seeps in as a metal ramp clanks into place. Flight cases line up like…
Fog hangs low over the Willamette, swallowing the tops of the bridges. Headlights slide along wet pavement. Brick, steel, timber, glass. So much of Portland still feels like a stage…