Electric yellow bouncy curls, hot pink sunglasses, black and white striped stockings on legs that are long beyond credibility. The costuming seems to stretch beyond the performers and melt into the scenery, a stage that stretches into the most hidden regions of mind.
Whatever is desired can be conjured into existence upon this stage, the shape of the stage itself is subject entirely to whim.
It seems that there are only two here of any consequence, only two conjurers, other characters are merely the accessories of this pair of Divas.
The duo are engaged in fierce competition.
Each one wants to be the only one, the center of a Universe she creates to adore only her.
It is a gay battle of titans. Everything is called into being with song.
Sound, color, form, constantly shift as the two attempt to trap and out maneuver the other, create scenarios in which the other might be eliminated.
There is no way to win in a game without rules, a game in which the players are unbound and infinitely creative.