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“Welcome to the show!  

Look inside the magician’s hat and let the glassmaker crystalize your view.”

- Excerpt from “Wednesday”

Dysfunction, Pauline Findlay

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“Wednesday is compromised integrity for pixie dust from fairy tales.  Imagery colored illustrations, captioned with comic book punchlines.”

- Excerpt from “Wednesday”

Dysfunction, Pauline Findlay

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The Ringmaster, in Tara’s nightmare

“Wednesday”

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Cast of “Wednesday”

“Wednesday”

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“Wednesday”

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Who is the Ringmaster?

The Ringmaster has dual roles.  She knows all the characters, well.  The characters don’t know her, they can’t see her, and they don’t realize that she tells the world to witness their virtual stories displayed through film - the madness, sadness, horror, hypocrites, or follies beyond the curtain.  

The Ringmaster has no sorrow.  Her only purpose is to tell the story.  She will help guide you down any road you choose to go.  There are no losses for her.  But, BE CAREFUL, your story may be on display.  The Ringmaster is only moved in her soul by God and ill-treated children.

Or is she?

It’s always a show.

Or is it?

She leaves you to make up your own mind.  

Will you stand in the way of judgment, or will you join our levels of dysfunction?  Is it dysfunction, or is it that you the viewer are dysfunctional?  Who has the right to say?

So, welcome to our show!  You decide.

Who is the Ringmaster?

And 

who 

are 

you?

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Reading at Cornelia Street Cafe, hosted by Bernard Block

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“Men of the Holy Order”

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Mythical, picturesque, disillusioned dreams of America.  My back on which you mounted, stroking me with judicial, melodramatic, balladry of hypocrisy.

Excerpt from “Love Letter”

Mirror Images, Pauline Findlay

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We are the products of your fortunes, industries, and infrastructures.  Your sketchy foundations are cracking the walls of your magnificent towers.  You can eradicate this problem by not asking us to leave, but band together to repair a broken nation by crying redemption for all races. Allow freedom to ring... Allow freedom to ring...

Excerpt from “Love Letter”

Mirror Images, Pauline Findlay

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The pinnacle of excitement causes me to yield forward gusting and gushing like a forceful wind that is fleeting.  God calls my name, but snakes defile lusty landfills. I am the nothingness of the day.   He weeps, and I feel the sting of His tears on my forehead like holy water scaring vampires.

Excerpt from “Soulless” 

Mirror Images, Pauline Findlay

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Never lose your entire self in someone else because it leaves you as a mystical shadow that got lost among the silent motion of snowflakes.

“Self” 

Mirror Images, Pauline Findlay

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“Broken Wings”

photographs by Justin Reid

costume designer Robert E. Knight

Makeup by Roberta Ocran 

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“But as Christ approached her fortress her induced aversion towards His merciful beauty inflamed anger and purulent matter.”

“Gargantuan in stature her groom stands before her.  Showing her lasciviousness, passions arise, and he gives her the gift she seeks.”

- Excerpts from “Broken Wings”

Dysfunction, Pauline Findlay

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“Incrustations of coiled scales coat her tongue.  Regurgitated acidic laced breath restricts speech, adhering to quiescence.”

- Excerpt from “Broken Wings”

Dysfunction, Pauline Findlay 

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“Broken Wings”

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“Encompassed and guised in monk’s cloth is the semblance motif she’s ensconced in, retreating into self imposed exile, corralling for pity.

Living her life on broken wings.”

- Excerpt from “Broken Wings”

Dysfunction, Pauline Findlay