The Artist, The Dream, The Demon Critic and the Excuses are all together for the last and final battle between the Artist and the Demon for the Dream). read more »
Category Archives: BREAK FREE
Kill The Critic
(Decidedly determined to free the Dream, the Artist is confronted once again by the Demon of His Mind – The Critic. They begin to duel verbally). read more »
I Touched Me
(The Artist, upon final determination to pursue his dream, finds himself in front of her gilded cage within the forest, but this time, he is able to reach out and touch her.) read more »
What I Must Do
(The forest has faded again and the Dream is merely a distant memory, but enough of memory to have found the Artist indulging in daydreams to keep her with him.) read more »
Kill The Dream
(So the trees must now decide, since they have encircled the Dream, how they will bring about her demise) read more »
The Dream Must Die
(The trees have come alive…they surround the couple and pull them apart, keeping the Dream at a distance. They circle around her and snap their finger branches as they try to reiterate to the Artist, what must be the fate of the Dream). read more »
The Dream Is Alive
(The wood lightens as a full moon arises over the trees. The Artist sitting on his stump gets up and begins to leave the forest when an eerie breeze kicks up around him and he turns back just in time to see the Mysterious Lady). read more »
Demon In My Mind
(The lady is gone, but the ARTIST is still in the forest. As he turns back, he is suddenly finds himself unable to leave the forest, as if he is imprisoned by invisible walls). read more »
Mysterious Lady
(The office has faded into a forest, dark and mysterious as the Artist begins looking into himself and opening himself to the possibilties of his new path. And there, off in the distance, he sees his muse, his inspiration). read more »
What Kind Of Man I Am
(When last we left our man, he was sitting on a bus bench. He is now sitting at his dreary desk in his dreary cubicle in the corporate grind. Nothing seems to satisfy him within and, in like musical fashion, he sings to us his discomfiture. Let us call him the Artist.) read more »
