when I fall I’ll catch myself

experiments in falling

Suicide net

From here my body free falls
There is no net.
Unless I weave patiently all through the night
Whilst others sleep,
This is what I’ll do
Weave all night and dance all day
Until my net is set.
Then when I fall
I’ll save myself
I’m not one to regret

fall

AUDITION

performance stills

Sacrafice performance

rehearsal

I never feel a thing is real

When I’m away from you
Out of your embrace
The world’s a temporary parking place

 

 

 

Mmm, mm, mm, mm
A bubble for a minute
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it

 

 

 

Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

 

 

 

Yes, it’s only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

 

 

 

Without your love
It’s a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
It’s a melody played in a penny arcade

 

 

 

It’s a Barnum and Bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believed in me

 

Camp

The whole point of Camp is to dethrone the serious.
Camp is playful, anti-serious. More precisely, Camp
involves a new, more complex relation to “the
serious.” One can be serious about the frivolous,
frivolous about the serious.’

Susan Sontag

Audition preperation

Dinner with Malic