A graduate school peer just inquired if I wanted to perform in Denver this fall.
"Sure," was my immediate response.
"Great, we need someone to play a bouffon/butoh Fridah Kahlo with the pins in her cast and a sugar skull mask," she typed. "While very serious opera singers sing German art songs about love, betrayal, and dead babies."
"Sure," was my immediate response.
"Great, we need someone to play a bouffon/butoh Fridah Kahlo with the pins in her cast and a sugar skull mask," she typed. "While very serious opera singers sing German art songs about love, betrayal, and dead babies."
Sounds killer and "Frida" is a title that I've, perhaps, become too used to wearing.
"We need someone to dance the life of a woman whose career was more important than her marriage and her "life" and she uses her life to fuel her art."
"Oh."
I have already wished Diego on his own way in this lifetime.
Now, I think I'll cast Frida off, too.
Maybee, I'll just take my classmate up on her offer to be her editor in Denver....
