In the sculpture class we were told to collaborate in a performance. Our concept was built around young women rejecting marriage with the idea that marriage is restrictive and kills any chance to succeed in a career. Jill wanted to be the bride.
D.L. dug a shallow grave in hard! hard! Texas soil. We rushed around to organize a cake, champagne, a bride/groom statuette for the top of the cake … got dressed … shined the truck lights on the night-time scene, rounded up the audience and were OFF!
It was a truly inspiring performance !
After drinking champagne Jill plopped herself into the grave and Manuel, the bridegroom, began to shovel dirt over her gauzy, white, wedding dress.
As he stood there looking sad… a new development! The audience began to throw dirt on Jill with abandon. So much so that her mask was covered and dirt drifted into her eyes.
So … up she jumped and the performance was over …
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