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Welcome to our world. We don’t always dress alike, but we DO create, produce, write, and adapt in new realities (like life in the U.S. right now)!
Welcome to our world. We don’t always dress alike, but we DO create, produce, write, and adapt in new realities (like life in the U.S. right now)!
We write, direct, and produce for theatre, film, and advertising projects of all sizes.
Denise went on a Faulkner kick about three years ago. This passage stuck with her…
“Ellen was now at the full peak of what the aunt would have called her renegadery. She seemed not only to acquiesce, to be reconciled to her life and marriage, but to be actually proud of it. She had bloomed, as if Fate were crowding the normal Indian summer which should have bloomed gradually and faded gracefully through six or eight years, into three or four, either for compensation for what was to come or to clear the books, pay the check to which his wife, Nature, had signed his name…Her carriage, air, now was a little regal—the woman who had quitted home and kin on a flood of tears and in a shadowy miasmic region something like the bitter purlieus of Styx had produced two children and then rose like the swamp-hatched butterfly, unimpeded by weight of stomach and all the heavy organs of suffering and experience, into a perennial bright vacuum of arrested sun—“
—from Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner
