Curtain Design for Victory Over the Sun

My observation are as follows: still dirty “in the wisdom” that is constructivist red theatre pieces, bike gloves all like a mashed crop of dyed hair, a bad crop this year. We started the play at once: An Enemy of the People. A Buddha of lapidary contrition enters, hospice, tears,La Clemenza di Tito interlude rolled in tulips of decisive consequence. Sprezzatura. Our row throws that cosmic scratch, apotropaic, scalene back to the corner pocket angle on the hustle— “Live at the Paradox.”