I don’t want to talk about it. I want to paint it. The masks; the stone-set roles I play, you play, we all must play. I want to paint red for blood, black for the soul, yellow for disease, and white for death. But most of all, I want to paint gold: the gold of pretense and gilt, but also the gold of hope. Comedia dell’arte. The story of my life.
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I am in a Comedia troup that performs at the California Renaissance Fairs, called Commedia Volante!
I play the part of Pantalone. It is way too much fun!!!
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