Melbourne Festival Diary #4 Some notes on Orlando White. No colour, every colour; plenty and absence at once. The empty page awaiting inscription, the page which may be shredded or burned. The colour of milk, the colour of semen, the colour of fertility. The imaginary of European Empire, the sterile fictions of race, purity, virginity. The hymeneal bride, the deuil blanc of mediaeval mourning.
SOURCE: Theatre Notes at 07:10PM on October 16, 2012