This is a preliminary work for a perfomance using myths. I thought my face was an appropriate stage for storytelling and visualizing oral traditions.

The script is taken from the diary of Opal Whitely. It says:

Today near eventime I did lead

the girl who has no seeing
a little way into the forest

where it was darkness and shadows were.

I led her toward a shadow

that was coming our way.

It did touch her cheeks

with its velvety fingers.

And now she too

does have likings for shadows.

And her fear that was is gone.