Reworking on the piece done for 14Karat cabaret in February...the dress is so powerful that I sometimes wonder how I can exist on stage with it. It is amazing how a single object can have so much power. It definitely comes with its own history and memory smeared and imprinted in its flesh. How does my existence, my memory, my history imprinted in my flesh can mesh, merge, and reject those of the dress? Who is the dress? Who was in the dress? The shadow of the dress is much more amohprous than that of a human being.