something wicked

here are the witches:

or, more accurately, their masks. these go on top of a costume made of a long, wide black veil that drapes over the head and almost reaches the floor in front and back. glove-like hand-pieces made of ripped tights (so that different numbers of fingers -- or none -- show) are attached to each side. the effect is definitely creepy... and more than a little like a chadoor. which i didn't intend but which i think is actually pretty powerful. according to ben these witches are supposed to be victims -- not so much random supernatural figures roaming the scottish moors, but mothers whose sons and husbands have been killed in war, and whom war has deformed. in the wake of all this they're bonded by something almost supernatural, but their powers of prophecy don't come from magic, simply from a horrible, first-hand knowledge of violence: they've seen it all happen before.

of course, as the costumer, i find myself preoccupied with more banal questions like, "can they get these things on fast enough?"

i leave for NYC tomorrow -- departure put off one day due to the joys of packing, and because i've been a bit sick this week. i can hardly believe i'm going to be seeing my dear RADA friends tomorrow! that's like saying, "tomorrow you'll be in england!" well, in a way, i will be.

my mother is compiling recipes for me and the room across the hall is full of boxes -- art supplies, kitchen things, books. i can't wait to live in this house, cooking and reading and painting and seeing people i love.