To have a chance of posting images for most of the Fringe shows before Mrs. C and I leave on our next adventure, I decided to do do posts that have two of the solo acts. First we have Kallita Tabouli from San Francisco, who achieves a measure of peace through burlesque. She visualizes dialing up and down her body's knobs for energy, stress, pain, rhythm and fluidity while performing self-affirming and, shall we say, visually stimulating performances. She finds it helps to control her ulcerative collitis.
Below is physician Ken Haller, a local doc who has a fondness for Broadway and cocktail lounge song with lyrics turned quite topical. He is also a poignant story teller, describing his moments with a dying teen and his parents, as well as the experience of being a gay man in his medical residency residency in New York at the fearful dawn of the AIDS epidemic. BTW, I couldn't resist editing the last photo in B&W. So film noir.
Both of these shows made me think of the pair of comedy and tragedy masks that symbolize theater.
Oh, and yesterday was Ellie's sixth birthday. Gotta squeeze that in somewhere,
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