November 10, 2004 - 8:33 p.m.
Long after the theatre was empty, but before the next curtain could rise,
my set design inspired me with ideas of a different kind.
Tempted by the finery of Elizabethan gowns, the deserted stage recalled to me a memory of these timeless lines�
�I have always wanted that which I cannot have�.
I play out my own seduction,
where language and bodies intersect, night falls upon the garden, calling me to the Herbal Bed.
