Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
MacBeth: Emotional Response
This August 1992 National Geographic image was selected by scenographer Kari Glass as an emotional response for director Susan Raley's WITCHES-AS-BIRDS concept for La Costa Canyon High School production of MACBETH.
Rugged majestic rams graze along the Alaskan alpine heath. Three mischievous magpies scavenge upon the decapitated head of this great fallen Denali Dall sheep slain by wolves along the raging Toklat River. This once regal ram is gleefully ravished and devoured by the all consuming corvid crones.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Where the place? Upon the heath
There to meet with MacBeth.
I come Graymalkin!
Paddock calls. Anon!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
MacBeth: Lady MacBeth Costume Design
This August 1992 National Geographic image was selected by scenographer Kari Glass as an emotional response for director Susan Raley's WITCHES-AS-BIRDS concept for La Costa Canyon High School production of MACBETH.
Rugged majestic rams graze along the Alaskan alpine heath. Three mischievous magpies scavenge upon the decapitated head of this great fallen Denali Dall sheep slain by wolves along the raging Toklat River. This once regal ram is gleefully ravished and devoured by the all consuming corvid crones.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
Where the place? Upon the heath
There to meet with MacBeth.
I come Graymalkin!
Paddock calls. Anon!
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
MacBeth: Witch Design No. 1
MacBeth: Witch Design No. 2
MACBETH: foul is fowl: Hecate Design
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never called to bear my part
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i'th'morning. Thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and everything beside.
I am for th' air. This night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end.
Great business must be wrought ere noon.
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vap'rous drop profound;
I'll cath it ere it come to ground:
And that, distilled by magic sleights,
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion.
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear:
And you all know security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me.
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