I'm in a play.
It is tiring.
It is a really difficult piece and now I'm at the stage, where, after a long time of piecing things together, they seemed to be making more sense, and now, suddenly, they make less sense then ever before. Less than two weeks to go, it tends to seem like something that will never ever be done. That's how it goes: things end up being ok in the end.
But, its difficult because the pieces is really a gigantic poem, a dream or something, and it is a truly beautiful piece. Very theatrical. Very French Canadian. Ooh la la.
I am too tired to write more about it, although I have been meaning to for a while. So instead, here is a sped-up look at the build of the set. Hot shit.