Props From Past Productions
Here, you’ll find that Mona is trying to wipe the blue from his skin. You’ll notice that she licks her fingertips, appearing quite silly, and rubs at his wrist, at his clenched hand. You’ll see that his shivers are palpable, creating a thick separation between them. It’s as if the pain of his experience now presents itself as a reverberating, breathing, shapeshifter, like its weight would need to buy a ticket if it ever wanted to ride the bus home. You’ll hear the fear and exhaustion in this moment. Here is where you’ll see the two of them in an empty white space, huddled, and also fostering the growth of their own desperate grief.