Why I am a Theatre Artist
I was in Paris recently and trekked down into the famed catacombs. In the chilly, damp, low light I walked 2 kilometers through the cramped tunnels that were lined with human remains. Peering at one of the skulls, I thought, "Who were you?" Then I pulled back again to look at the wall it was a part of. An intricate mosaic of femurs and skulls, shaped and organized to create an elaborate pattern. All those weathered p…