Thursday, November 20, 2014

Evolution of a Wakuwaku Autumn Audience

Today's morning audience at Wakwaku began with uniformly white faces, cold catching and sharing mouths and noses hidden under their surgical masks.  There were a few children that had somehow been left out, or hadn't chosen to wear one, and their spot in the hall was a little muted dot in the masses.  When the staged thunderstorm began, the black lights of theater magic took the place of the blaring stage lights and the audience glowed back at us in illuminated purple, but for the muted dots which disappeared.  And for the last piece on the program, which requires the voices of children, the masks came off and the audience became human again and we saw them smile or smirk or yawn, no longer hidden.

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