actress and performing artist

actress and performing artist

Friday, November 25, 2016

Falling into a jetlagged sleep the thoughts whirling through her head, how language is so violent, beating a dead horse, that is so sad, that horse, and also bird mating rituals in the amazon jungle, so much fanfare for a moment of action, and then her sister sitting at work trying to concentrate while her German boss--wait the asperger’s one?--well they are both kind of aspergers-y--is wandering around the office, everyone trying to ignore him so they can finish their work, he is flailing around a newspaper, the U.S. election, how the young people, they all used to be on the LEFT, now this thing is happening with the RIGHT, and someone just sent him a picture of Angela MERKEL and she is NAKED and it says LET THEM ALL IN!

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


Ship of Fools at HERE Arts Center October 12-22

Wednesday, July 13, 2016


Today is this day. 
Questions are answers. 
Split as always, whole as always.
And taking off.

At the airport everyone was kissing goodbye, slow sensual cliche kisses, searching eyes for answers, beating chests, standing on tiptoes. In the seat in front of me an older man talks to a younger woman in German. She mentions her boyfriend a lot. The guy next to me has a nervous tic, repeatedly snapping his fingers, vibrating the arm rest. He takes out papers about cash flows, and now closes his eyes, fingers to a standstill. Then sudden full body jerk. And stillness again. 
Before I left my friend told me my life stories were reminding her of a seventies band. Time to get out of town for a bit. See the small world from above. 

In Berlin they say some left wing punks have set fire to a BMW in a nice calm neighborhood.

This is the least of it, the world really is in tumult. 


She thought about him, she thought about language.
She thought about how he was a figment of her imagination, a springboard, a bounce, a mirror. She thought about how he did not exist.



In the south of Germany there is a full moon on the solstice, the first time this has happened since 1967, the Summer of Love.  She stands watching the full moon from the window of her mother’s childhood home, wondering what fantasies of travel and escape were running through her head as she looked out this window in that year. Her grandfather shows her the fields that he plowed as a sixteen year old, six weeks of plowing in exchange for a pig for the family. He was the youngest of eleven, but he was the tallest, like his father. 



Everywhere she is there is soccer and everywhere she is they win.

In Lisbon there is an easy breezy apartment with the room from her dream. 



Cobblestones. Balcony. Sea below and winding walkways.

An Irishman tells her about his broken heart.


The British exit the European Union.


In Italy there is a man with a very Italian name and she wants to be riding with him on a motorbike through the hills to a mountain pool for the rest of her life. 
They drive through a flock of sheep, the town is empty. A car drives up, a big man with white hair in a ponytail, he is a famous musician. He says, tell them I sent you. The town is silent. The pool is at the top of the world. To one side there is a cage with unexpected peacocks. In the water they are
completely alone, or the town has secret eyes all around. Swallows arc and circle above, dipping down into the pool for a moment, and another perfect moment. Le rondini.


He helps her film things.


From the right angle she can blend in with the trees.




What is this hidden world. She tries to take a picture in the dark. 
The only evidence we have is our shadows. 




Monday, January 18, 2016


Ellipsa MG is preparing for BRAID at FiveMyles, February 26, 8pm

Two years of putting my inner life into words, starting with a tall singer-songwriter character born in a dream, and everything emerging as songs, spilling out of me on the street, buses, trains, places in motion, simple songs, little fragments of life, little ways of summing up a person, a place, that had no other container to hold it. 

Friday, October 9, 2015


Caught filming a cameo for Daviel Shy's Ladies Almanack 

Filming with 8mm requires just one precious take, what a lovely way to work.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Ellipsa out in the wild