The house on the corner looks different tonight. Porch light on, shadows clean and sharp, siding the color of dusk right before stage lights warm up. If you walk past…
The room is dim and humming. A low amber wash grazes the floor, catching the edges of chairs and shoes. An actor stands center stage, breathing hard, eyes glistening under…
The theater is almost empty when the house lights come up. Programs abandoned on seats, a faint trace of fog still hanging in the air, set pieces frozen in their…
The guitar case is open on the pavement, its velvet lining bruised with coins and a few folded notes. A child in a red coat spins in front of you,…
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 cursor blinks on a blank document. The room is quiet, except for the hum of your laptop and the soft rasp of your own breath. A mug sits nearby,…
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…