I awake with a fresh canvas. While I feel, breathe, think, be… I start filling the canvas. Deep shades of what can only be described as a blood red willow tree, followed by angels filling a park, the canvas is dimmed and excitement sets in. Discomfort in explosive and short lived. Lovers cross paths. Guardians protect and build up the broken. Paths become detoured. Directions are no longer clear, nor the path. Chuckles burst out. Fear turns into humor. We find ourselves giddy and back in reality. While I lay in bed the canvas become distorted, clearly. Lack of sleep changes what I see and visions are skewed. Kaleidoscope will be a beautifully, twisted production.
-Cat Barnes, Artistic Director