Every piece of plastic manufactured on Earth is still with us
Eternal life is something we assume, until we learn of death
We fear vanishing without a trace
Our waste will live forever
Plastic need be contemplated.
Original score - Tim Cramer
Videographer/editor - Craig Youngren, second camera - Alice O’malley
Photography - Peter Matra
Costume - Stephanie Howard
Bag - Theresa Byrnes
Man - Rainer Evans
Stage-manger - Nick Piscatelli
Assistant - Roberta Bennett
Sparrow’s Godfather - Domo Castiglia
Produced & directed by T.Byrnes
FRESH by Theresa Byrnes
I am a plastic bag
No separation
The sound of plastic bags scrunching sends shivers down my spine
Do we know anything but divine balance
Spoilt children of peace
A manufactured piece bought with denial
Imagine a day without plastic, without torture, misunderstanding, genocide, betrayal
Particles of plastic, in the air, in the water
Plastic It is a part of us
And they say we can colonize another planet, when we are done with this one
Here we go again
But there is no place to run
The urban landscape is litter
Freedom in the throw, brilliance in carelessness
Thoughtlessness a privilege handed down to us since the 50’s
Am I dark or just aware
It marks every public space, the pattern of our disregard
The sound of plastic bags crumpling send shivers down my spine
Noose of shrink-wrap
Cigarette butts flicked
There is danger in worshipping anything eternal.
Original score - Tim Cramer
Videographer/editor - Craig Youngren, second camera - Alice O’malley
Photography - Peter Matra
Costume - Stephanie Howard
Bag - Theresa Byrnes
Man - Rainer Evans
Stage-manger - Nick Piscatelli
Assistant - Roberta Bennett
Sparrow’s Godfather - Domo Castiglia
Produced & directed by T.Byrnes
FRESH by Theresa Byrnes
I am a plastic bag
No separation
The sound of plastic bags scrunching sends shivers down my spine
Do we know anything but divine balance
Spoilt children of peace
A manufactured piece bought with denial
Imagine a day without plastic, without torture, misunderstanding, genocide, betrayal
Particles of plastic, in the air, in the water
Plastic It is a part of us
And they say we can colonize another planet, when we are done with this one
Here we go again
But there is no place to run
The urban landscape is litter
Freedom in the throw, brilliance in carelessness
Thoughtlessness a privilege handed down to us since the 50’s
Am I dark or just aware
It marks every public space, the pattern of our disregard
The sound of plastic bags crumpling send shivers down my spine
Noose of shrink-wrap
Cigarette butts flicked
There is danger in worshipping anything eternal.
