Tuesday, September 13, 2005


She was the kind of girl who would make a plaster mask of a tiger to practice her mask work but when it was formed and painted it would simply sit on her bedside table. Beside it you might find a book of untouched Mac Wellman plays. At three in the morning on the day before a big audition, she would get inspired, perhaps, and she would put on the mask and growl while reading Albanian Softshoe or Cellophane. Sometimes this girl seems more productive than me.

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