The P Women*

Here I was, fretting and freaking out about having something to express, and no project in which to express it, and forgetting that the universe gives you what you need when you need it.

Wendy, Kim, and myself, having not had enough of play time when we explored Eugenio Barba at TUTA, met again. Kim had us read a story, The Debutante, by Leonora Carrington (say it all high-class-like). Then we came up with about 3-4-10 projects that excited us, based on that story. We have a lot to do, and so I say, thanks, universe.

 

*What’s the P for? It’s probably better if you don’t know. After my mom learned what the song “25 or 6 to 4” was about, she was so disappointed. I don’t want that to happen again.