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Voice: The earth has lost its orbit and spins helplessly into the sun. But one art gallery stays open. It is the gallery of a woman who is determined to paint her life truthfully to the bitter end - of her and of everyone else. Artist: And here is one with charred corners. You can also see how the paint dried out wrong and left cracks throughout the composition. Male Patron: That's boring. Artist: Ooo! It's hot in here. (She removes her blouse and all eyes are again upon her.) And this one here started out a wax portrait, but then I had to change it into a landscape of a lake. Patron: Who cares? Artist: Curse this heat! (She takes off her dress.) (The radio: And we're giving away two plane tickets to Baffin Island, the world's new tropical paradise...) |
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| © 2007, 2012. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Friday, December 21, 2012
The Burning Sun
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