Stuck in a dark room.
With a painful cry;
No echo
A beating heart-
Muted.
In a silent hole,
An anguished being.
Dies.
The consequences of a wavering mind.
Happiness fluxes
As a wisp of thin air,
And waving hands eagerly try;
Yet there's nothing.
Perpetually bleached.
Bare.
How an artist’s expansive puppet world helped beat her sense of stage
anxiety
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Blair Tramel’s paper-mâché puppets have turned Snõõper’s punk shows into an
immersive DIY universe, transforming stage anxiety into a joyous,
all-welcome s...
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