No News…

Waiting is not always an easy game.
The anticipation is sometimes unwelcome
and, just occasionally,
the best news is
the news we don’t yet have.
I sit and relish the silence.

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The after show party

Post adrenaline-rush fatigue has set in and small bodies lie scattered around the closed bar. Some still have their make-up on and quite a few heads are back-combed candyfloss. A couple have overdosed on a secret stash of e-numbers and leap up and down in manic glee. The adults have spent the energy needed to chastise them and, for once, they are allowed to prance about unchecked. A long day stretches out behind us and a short night in front but all worth it to see their faces illuminated with that special after-performance glow – discernible even in the waiting gloom of the wings.

Deadpan

Corpsing…
Laughing inappropriately –
embarrassing for all
concerned. However, mortifying at
funerals!

The face in the photograph

Few clues ease the solving of this riddle. Who was the man who came into my Aunt’s heart all those years ago? For more than 18 months he was by her side. I can see him in the grainy photographs. I can see her lit up by a radiance that could only come from happiness.

Years later talk of a hero – a man from a faraway land who saved others at the ultimate cost to himself. Yet, no –one alive knows his real name or where he worked and died. Who left behind the broken shell of a woman that I remember from my childhood holidays?

This afternoon the main piece of the puzzle slots into place and I can’t help but let my delight bubble to the surface. I read the email again on the phone screen as I walk down the street – I’m laughing and shouting “Yes!”  Hope no-one is sitting in their car watching me…actually, this bit of news is worth sharing with the world.

 

Making a Mark

An unseen artist drags his sable brush across the cerulean-primed canvas. With a stroke of the purest titanium white, he reminds us of the wonder of our existence.

A Model Daughter

Practising a ‘vintage’ make-up look I am quite pleased with the effect. Although, if truth be told, I was there the first time around – it was ‘my’ era of neon brights and every-colour-goes. Then I take a photo as an example for the various helpers that we shall have. 
Hmm I think my daughter will be the guinea-pig tomorrow and I shall have a wrinkle-free model!

Six Word Saturday

#20.4.13

Stage make-up shopping
such delicious hues

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