I've always had a fascination with light. The way an object can catch or reflect its beams of energy. One particular wall in the theater does this in a weird way. How it dried gave emotion an otherwise stone cold wall. The streaks of running paint drops look like tears. Now as you can see from this 100% accurate representation of a crying wall, this is a unique happening for me. I never would've thought that a sliver of sun through the crack in a theater door would inspire this all.

Photo made by myself

          I began to think about tears and the theater, Drama causes tears in some people and this is a drama club. Why have some of our members cried? A hard break up, roll their ankle sliding down a rickety banister. Perhaps the tears are from when you just preformed your first major role in your first play and did a nearly perfect performance. "They cry for our performances because they're so beautiful" (Clune). The stress has caused many of my friends to shatter under the pressure and lose all composure a week prior to opening night. A broken heart or two has caused the wooden floor to become slick with a thin salty layer of liquid emotion. The joys of a crowd cheering for you or when Mereu hands our seniors each a rose as they take their final bow. "Maybe they cry for all the students who have come and gone. (Clune)" Some think they cry with us.

No matter what they cry for or they even do; we believe so. We assume that a 90 degree slope feels for what we do. It gives us a sense of hope I think. Something to impress that only gives us the feedback of a dew drops of paint.

Works Cited

Clune, Mickayla. Personal interview. 13 Nov. 2014