Category Archives: Fictives

I can fit in this old house

Through the oddly shortened door…

This old house 1

To the wardrobe, dark and hidden.

This old house 2

In the cupboard, with the ribbon.

This old house 3

In the cabinet, sneaky gibbon.

This old house 4

In the attic cubbyhole — patient silent secret elf.

This old house 5

Wait! The closet bottom shelf.

This old house 6

Under the stairs,

This old house 7

she with herself.

This old house 8

 

Special thanks to my trusty assistant Leah.

 

I Can Fit in a Cage

What exactly are they doing up there at CCRMA? Why does the Center for Computer Research in Music and Acoustics have a cage? Is it for bad bad grad students?

Cage B

I’ve been looking for a cage ever since my bestie DD gave me this shirt. Finally!

 

Cage A

Cage C

 

 

I have Photoshop and I can do five things with it. Here they are.  Note: I have no idea how I did thing #3.

Cage D

Cage E

 

Cage G

Cage F

Cage H

Special thanks to my trusty assistant Velda – who steadied the cage and promised to call an ambulance if I knocked it over while trying to get back out.

I Heart Cello

I’ve been searching for awhile for someone who would let me try to fit in a cello case. It’s a big ask since a cello often is worth more than my car. Sonja M. offered up her case.

cello case a

Here we go!cello case b

cello case c

Are you mesmerized by my cello eyes?

cello case d

Hmmm…. not as simple as it first appeared.cello case e

cello case f

cello case g

One more shot.

cello case h

Perhaps delicate Emilie will fit better.

cello case i

cello case j

cello case k

cello case l

Squish! Squeeze!

cello case m

Try, try again. Mischa V. has the case for me.

cello case n

cello case o

My neck should fit there.

cello case p

This is not as comfortable as it looks.
cello case q

Why is this so difficult?cello case r

cello case s

Well folks, this is as good as it gets.

cello case t

For now…

Thanks to my trusty assistants Sonja, Emilie, the Pokorny brothers, and the Neave Piano Trio.

 

Who can fit in a cello locker? Nina and me.

What’s behind door number one?

What’s behind door number three?

It’s a cello, it’s a Sara, it’s a Nina Lee!

locker 1

locker 2

locker 3

locker 4

locker 5

locker 6

locker 7

locker 8

locker 9

locker 10

 

Special thanks to my trusty assistants Tiffani, Drew, Nick, and Kim.

Trash Pile!!!

LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

I can fit in there and there and there and there and there.

Trash Pile a

Trash Pile b

Trash Pile c

Trash Pile d

Trash Pile e

Trash Pile f

Trash Pile g

Trash Pile h

Trash Pile i

Trash Pile j

Trash Pile k

THANK YOU and extra hugs to art director / photographer extraordinaire / trusty assistant Velda.

I Can Fit in a Marimba Box

The marimba is musical instrument in the percussion family. It consists of a set of wooden bars with resonators. The bars are struck with mallets to produce musical tones. The bars are arranged as those of a piano, with the accidentals raised vertically and overlapping the natural bars (similar to a piano) to aid the performer both visually and physically. This instrument is a type of xylophone, but with broader and lower tonal range and resonators.

Also, a marimba is delivered in a 500 lb. box.

Marimba A

Marimba B

Marimba C

Marimba D

Marimba E

Marimba F

Marimba G

Marimba H

Marimba J

Marimba M

Marimba N

Marimba O  Marimba P

Marimba Q

Big thanks to my trusty assistant Kevin.

Just what is Vicky’s Secret?

……

Thanks to the crew!

Jenn James – photographer

& Stella on Props & Wardrobe.

Cast: Jason, Steph, Sara, Brian, Molly, Carrie

I Can Fit Through The Angel Chair

The Back Story:

Late one night in the parking garage of a theater where I used to work, I saw The Angel Chair sitting in the corner near a maintenance closet. It was inexplicably weird — so bright, so green, so covered in creepy angels. In an uncontrollable fit of greed I stole the chair, smuggling it out in the back seat covered with a blanket. The next day, overcome with guilt (imagining the grief someone must be feeling due to its sudden disappearance), I returned with the abducted cathedra.  I confessed what I had done to the man in the pay booth. He said they have a bunch of chairs for the valet parking attendants and that no one probably even noticed and this is not a chair of any special importance (NOT SPECIAL?!?) He said I could have it so I took it home again, this time with a clear conscience.

Who made The Angel Chair? Is the project finished? There are empty spaces that could fit a few more cherubic faces or stylized fruits. Is it intentionally ugly or is this an expression of the artist’s true aesthetic? Is the smattering of silver glitter supposed to be ironic?

There were chips in the paint and some of the stickers, excuse me appliques, were peeling off. Also whoever crafted this glorious example of Decoupage had neglected to the bottom rungs. So I painted the bottom in my favorite electric blue, re-glued the loose angels, and covered the whole thing in several coats of indestructible polyurethane so that The Angel Chair can survive a zombie &/or nuclear holocaust and beyond into eternity for the enjoyment of any remaining humans or cockroaches.

The Angel Chair really creeps out My Man. In fact he calls it The Punishment Chair, which isn’t nearly as fun as it sounds. I used to keep the chair in my little office and whenever we had to discuss finances or bills or something stressfully marital that is where he sat. Hence the punishment.

Now The Angel Chair has a prominent place in the entryway and LUCKY US we get to look at it EVERY DAY whenever we want to use the door.  Yay!!!

I almost fit in there.

As I easily fit in the Ordway stage manager console, I thought the Guthrie console would be no problem. Sadly, I’m just not bendy enough.

Thank you Jenn  for taking pictures!

What does it feel like to be a prop?

(I can fit in a prop box…)

I guess I’ll wait here.

Is this my preset?

Do I go on soon?

Thanks Jenn James again for taking photos.