Adorning and Witnessing - Part 1
The world inside a mask is a space of vulnerability, more so because my mask was an adornment and not a disguise, it was not a place of hiding. I was adorning traits and a persona that would reveal meaning and experience for the other. My stomach was churning, I was nervous, I was not a performer by any right and to have made a grand announcement of providing an experience to my audience was beginning to scare me. To ease my frayed nerves, I made a few decisions - I will constantly be true to how I feel, I will not enlarge my role into playing a charade and I will reveal as the environment demands of me. I will witness the environment and be wholly present in it. I made sure that the audience did not see my real face until the final conversation circle. There was only Zaba and Bhootham in this environment, they were given no opportunity to build meanings with my real face. The entire act lasting around 1.5 hours was conducted in absolute silence. I was at War with Words like nev