RP, in old 1930s horror movies, people ALWAYS cross themselves in synch.  It's sort of a tradition of the genre.  Kind of like all the girls kicking together in a Busby Berkeley production #.

I'm fighting (successfully, I trust) the urge here to start quoting the words to the Vatican Rag by Tom Lehrer.

Steve

To the Mysterious Artist,

Wow, what a GORGEOUS piece of art.  Though the idea of Angelique as the HPS makes me giggle... she's certainly not one to sit quietly on her throne and contemplate the inner pools of wisdom!

I just love the expression you gave her face, and the inclusion of the Moon, friend to Witches everywhere, and mighty relevant to the story we're all following so eagerly.

Please do continue!

Love, Steve

I must once again bow before the awesome powers of Luciaphil, She Who Must Be ... Read!  I was literally spellbound (Grandmama did her work exceptionally well) flipping the pages of the printouts on Saturday morning.  I just couldn't stop until I had read all available 13 chapters!

Sadly, the last chapter was dated July, and it's now November, so....

I'm just imagining certain developments that I see coming up in this story.  Hope the Muse visits you again soon, Madam Luciaphil!

Of course I have a fanfic of my own that I haven't written anything on since last Spring, so I can't bellyache too loudly...

xo  Gothick

Thanks for posting this here, Julia.  Grayson looks DIVINE, a glam avatar of the Crone Goddess.  From what I can recall of my reading of the play, Grayson's role was that of Warda, Queen of the Whores.  It's a very long play and for about 2 hours she wasn't even on stage.  In the earlier part of the play, the village women impale her with their knitting needles.  This picture is Warda returning as a ghost to harangue the audience in a dramatic sequence ... very Dark Shadows if DS had ever been R rated!

GH's costume is by Willa Kim, who I believe is a Tony winnner, and the play was translated and directed by Minos Volonakis, who instantly became Grayson's favorite director after this experience of working with him.  She and Matt later visited him in Greece.

To say The Screens is a difficult play is putting it mildly. I was discussing a recent Canadian production of it with a couple of friends who attended, and they mentioned that people started leaving the theatre about half an hour into the play.  I said "Oh, because it was so shocking?" and Claude said, "No because it was BORING."  Apparently the topical political references to the Algerian crisis and French colonialism haven't aged well...

Steve

Wondering what to do during the weeks Sci Fi won't be airing Dark Shadows?  Hitting the MPI sales is one option. Another one (even better because it is free and just a click away) is our very own Luciaphil's stirring saga, The Education of Judith Collins.  Go here to read Chapter One:

http://bboard.scifi.com/bboard/browse.cgi/1/1/1645/72

I love the story, and Luciaphil's version of mid Victorian Collinwood is wonderfully sinister AND extremely well researched!

Hope All Who Live Within the Great House enjoy this story as much as I'm doing.

Cheers,

Gothick

With this part of the new storyline, Angelique is well on her way to becoming Superwitch.  If you think you've seen some strange things now, just wait until Laura shows up.

Happy Friday!

Gothick

Well, I like her singing, myself.  There is something so unbearably poignant about these scenes.  Jenny and her babies ...

The character was supposed to have had something of a career as an entertainer before a certain dark eyed stranger walked fatally into her life, and I'm glad that Marie made Jenny's backstory so believable in this respect.

Gothick

Thank you, Luciaphil, for that delightful comment. You read Judith the same way I do (and I think that NOW is the time for me to read your fabou fanfic, that I've heard so many people raving about--The Education of Judith Collins--care to post a link here?)

Raineypark, I have been having my most intense Samhain ever, but I thank the gods I have not yet (may it please Her Croneship) suffered a bereavement, as many people of my acquaintance have done this season. I do feel that Samhain is still going on. The veil feels very thin these days; there's a crispness in the air borne not only of the chilly weather, but of the whrring of the Reaping Crone's scythe along the fields in which we dwell.  Everybody has been feeling the energy around here.  It seems to extend to England, too--She suddenly appeared in the midst of a tarot reading a friend of mine was doing yesterday, "disrupted all transmissions" as he phrased it, whirled cacikling around the room, and then was gone.

sorry if that was more than you bargained for--life is often like that ...

Blessings,  Steve