ARTVANDEMON

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Two Cherries

We're like raisins in he sun:
hanging sweet and heavy-
hanging sweet and lonely-
watching one each other:

hanging sweet and dry.


"What did you say?"

This voice seemed vast and quiet.
>>swallow<<

Just water could have helped me from being sweet and dry:

slowly: liquid touches my nostrils: random bits of glitter start dancing in the sun.

äh, sticky bits behind her?
-oh. syrup runs outside her.
syrup.
         , sweet and heavy:

dropps towards the sky


"WHAT?"


..this voice seemed sick and funny.
><swallow><

Just water could have helped me from being sweet and dry.

August Strindberg Repertory Theatre

 I need to tell here: Jessa works also with adolescents and that implies that she works together with David Bowies Daughter!!(!!!) The Shirt of Christine Nyland is the shirt of David Bowies Daughter!!!

Gene Frankel Theatre March 2015, New York: The August Strintberg Repertory Theatre Group staged the Play "Kristina". Whitney Gail Aronson is the director and Jessa-Raye Court the Costumedesigner. Robert Greer is the founder of that group.
This show is my first paid assistant job as a Costumedesigner. Jessa and I worked together, she predesigned all Costumes, I basically sewed them all together, did alterations and supported some designchoices and changes.

http://www.theasy.com/Reviews/2015/K/kristina.php

"The action takes place in the 1600s but in this production, directed by Whitney Aronson, costumes and sets evoke the 1920s, and both look great" 

http://theaterscene.com/Kristina.html


http://www.broadwayworld.com/off-off-broadway/article/August-Strindberg-Rep-to-Present-KRISTINA-313-29-20150204

Tempted Red

The ring you missed- I gave to her.
You asked, I lied.
I'm sorry.

Could we go back to that, please?

She was. I was. She said. I loved.
You see? She was. I was. I loved.

You never asked, you never knew.
I'm sorry.

May I go back to that, please?

She gave me back that ring. I cried.
You know, I know, you saw.
You asked, I lied.
I'm sorry.

I'm not ready, please.

I gave her back that damn red thing!
You never knew, you never saw, you always missed.
I'm sorry.

Poem. ?dx

I wished for you to come along and blew my sorrows all away.

I wished you understood me right and did not care that I am gay.

I wished that you could hold my head and sing some songs and hold me tight.

But you are just another man, who fucked me through the fucking night.