Eschubert
Take It. It's Yours.
Take It. It’s yours. 8”x6”x40” Fabric, copper, cardboard, wood, string. May 2011.
This puppet was made for an interactive performance in which all members, or selective members of the audience have a small package tied with a ribbon that says, “Open me!” Reminiscent of Alice and Wonderland’s “Drink me!” potion. Once the audience member has opened the package inside there is a key. Only I know which key is the right key. The puppet then slowly walks in and beckons people to try and open his cage of a chest to get to his heart. Multiple times the keys fail but finally the right key is reached. Once the cage is open he offers the person his heart and once they have it they should notice the door. When the door of his heart is opened the puppet slowly, gently falls to the ground and there is a moment of silence. The person with the heart is surprised at the mini version of the puppet inside. I have only performed this piece once but hope to perform it again for a Puppet Slam in the future. The mood of the piece is relatively forlorn and somber but there is an odd hope to it. This poor puppet deals with searching and loneliness, two things all humans must go through. He wants to be loved but what is love? My favorite part about this piece is that it can speak to those things without any sort of spoken words. In the original performance the only sound in the room besides the puppet sighing or slightly cooing was a recorded grandfather clock winding up and slowly ticking the rest of the time. I thought an audible element of time would add to the puppet’s world, as it is a constant reminder in ours.
Take It. It's Yours.
Take It. It’s yours. 8”x6”x40” Fabric, copper, cardboard, wood, string. May 2011.
This puppet was made for an interactive performance in which all members, or selective members of the audience have a small package tied with a ribbon that says, “Open me!” Reminiscent of Alice and Wonderland’s “Drink me!” potion. Once the audience member has opened the package inside there is a key. Only I know which key is the right key. The puppet then slowly walks in and beckons people to try and open his cage of a chest to get to his heart. Multiple times the keys fail but finally the right key is reached. Once the cage is open he offers the person his heart and once they have it they should notice the door. When the door of his heart is opened the puppet slowly, gently falls to the ground and there is a moment of silence. The person with the heart is surprised at the mini version of the puppet inside. I have only performed this piece once but hope to perform it again for a Puppet Slam in the future. The mood of the piece is relatively forlorn and somber but there is an odd hope to it. This poor puppet deals with searching and loneliness, two things all humans must go through. He wants to be loved but what is love? My favorite part about this piece is that it can speak to those things without any sort of spoken words. In the original performance the only sound in the room besides the puppet sighing or slightly cooing was a recorded grandfather clock winding up and slowly ticking the rest of the time. I thought an audible element of time would add to the puppet’s world, as it is a constant reminder in ours.