The spotlight burns hot, bleaching the colors from a single actor's face while the rest of the stage disappears into shadow. One body carries every story, every identity, every possibility.…
The field is dark and humming. You stand at the edge of a temporary city: scaffold towers, fairy lights draped like constellations at arm's reach, plywood kiosks painted in midnight…
The house lights soften, just a shade, and the air changes. The murmur of voices settles into a low, shared hush. Fabric rustles. Someone shifts in a velvet seat, someone…
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…
The room is quiet, but it is not still. Air hums through hidden vents. A strip of light leaks under a locked door. Somewhere inside the walls, a relay clicks…
A swish of fabric cuts through the dim rehearsal light. A skirt does not just move; it carves the air into a shape. An actor turns, and you do not…
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 panel stands under a single work light, tall and flat and utterly unremarkable. Raw cardboard. Soft edges. Those familiar corrugation lines glowing through the thin brown skin. Then the…
A sheet of plywood leans against the wall, its surface scratched with stories from shows past. Faint outlines of painted bricks, a ghost of a window frame, tape marks from…
The house lights sit somewhere between dim and tender, soft enough that faces blur into one shared shadow. The stage smells faintly of paint and dust and hairspray. A child…