we are wolves

Despite the absence of a formal "rehearsal" over the past week, a lot has been happening, accumulated data orbiting our friendly production.
It would appear that we have confirmed a venue - Dante's on Gertrude Street in Fitzroy - and Alex and i spent a lot of time on Sunday afternoon discussing and experimenting with Priam's transformation into Hecuba. We used my old house in East Brunswick, deserted since our forced evacuation a week prior. We had some fantastic discoveries regarding the shift in facial content - drawing upon some ideas from the Kabuki theatre - and found that the metamorphosis really came to life when Al shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, to the brink of stumbling forward.
But Dante's is a very exciting possibility - they seemed very keen on booking us in for the Fringe season. Its white walls should threaten to wash out our white bodies - the chorus might melt out of the brooding fog of Priam's unhinged psyche. I see tenuously suspended hallucinations dangling in a thousand twisted strings. Now i must formulate a program for tomorrow's session in Kew.
Benjamin