My lovely partner in artistic crime for this piece, Ida Dewey, claims:
this is an in-between. internal v. external. poignant v. creepy.
grudge match. imagine finding yourself with front row seats at a
surreal impromptu cabaret in a box-car. this in-between will hold you
in it's lurid embrace and drive you across town slowly in a rusty Ford
Fairlane. deliberately running every red light. to eventually drop
you off on a strange corner, in a blue dress, with only 2 dollars and
a cup of coffee to your name.
performed in residency at the Experimental Performance Institute, San Francisco.