Heiner Müller calls Hamlet “the dane prince and maggots fodder”, but what has really turned to maggots fodder in our production is Hamlets shirt: Hole upon hole upon hole… The shirt is also full of blood (stage blood – don’t worry), so it needs to be washed, but we are worried that if we chuck that shirt into the washing machine it’ll come out as rags… Only option? Stitch! This wasn’t quite why I wanted to be a director. Taking into account the pain in my hands, I can’t wait to be rich and successful and in a position to afford costume designers… But hey – who wouldn’t stitch a couple of stitches if their stitching would be proudly presented on stage in the land of camels and pyramids?! Only 5 days until Imploding Fictions are off to Egypt, and no success on the skull-front yet. Unfortunately, despite my excellent stitching skills, I can’t conjure up a skull with needle and thread, so please let us know if you’ve got one to spare! Auch – bloody needle…
- Øystein
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