sometimes my selfies don’t get the attention they deserve but it’s ok because van gogh wasn’t appreciated in his time either
When we took Shakespeare’s ‘Measure for Measure’ into a maximum security woman’s prison on the West Side…there’s a scene there where a young woman is told by a very powerful official that ‘If you sleep with me, I will pardon your brother. And if you don’t sleep with me, I’ll execute him.’ And he leaves the stage. And this character, Isabel, turned out to the audience and said: ‘To whom should I complain?’ And a woman in the audience shouted: ‘The Police!’ And then she looked right at that woman and said: ‘If I did relate this, who would believe me?’ And the woman answered back, ‘No one, girl.’ And it was astonishing because not only was it an amazing sense of connection between the audience and the actress, but you also realized that this was a kind of an historical lesson in theater reception. That’s what must have happened at The Globe. These soliloquies were not simply monologues that people spoke, they were call and response to the audience. And you realized that vibrancy, that that sense of connectedness is not only what makes theatre great in prisons, it’s what makes theatre great, period.
And here we can see the Blogger in her natural habitat.
The blogger is a shy, docile creature…
… that prefers the darkness…
… and tends to be wary of the outside world.
The Blogger rarely sleeps, and when it does, it does so in seemingly random places.
We have attempted to understand the dietary habits of the Blogger…
… but to no avail.
I am so glad this is back