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A piece of footage from the upcoming documentary, The Fuck You Spark. Craig Lucas, playwright, talks about reading Harmon's play, Tornado Tastes like Aluminum Sting. https://pwcenter.org/news/playwrights’-center-venturous-theater-fund-announce-2023–25-venturous-playwright-fellowships

A woman dressed in a white protective suit with hood and mask, enters a dark space with a circle of light. She looks around, her body's presence stays present as she walks, and then catches up with her as if she is caught in a time disturbance. She unzips her suit and pulls out a large white fabric case. She steps into the case and pulls it up until she is completely covered inside. A video projection appears on the front of the white case. A colorful, nostalgic film of the woman dressed in as a vaudeville performer. She wears a skirt made of newspapers and plastic bags. Her hair is a bright red poof of curls. She wears a cardboard mask of a house, with her face sticking through. A chimney sits on top with a white puff of smoke. She dances and sings but we do not hear her voice. She is performing a vaudeville routine showing a plastic bare butt and holding an umbrella hung with silver glitter stars. She wears a large cardboard buckle on her waist that reads: Will Work For Food. As she bows, she disappears. We are back to the woman in the blank space, encased in the white fabric. The fabric falls and the woman has disappeared. Accompanying this video is a song, the voice of a man singing an old hymn, a cappella. Lyrics: Under the trees Where the lights grow dim The water babbles all day The bullfrogs hop And the bluegills swim And your troubles are carried away. The clear creek sparkles With glitterin' stones Just wiggle your toes Splash and play The summer's heat It fades from your bones And your troubles are carried away. Outside, outside Let's run and hide In the far and wide Take me, take me Up to the heavens with thee. The bees are abuzzin' The flowers most done The blue sky shows shades of gray The dreams in your heart Are still bright as the sun And your troubles are carried away. Oh love is a bloom Only a bloom The long summer will lose to the Fall Play nice like the birdies And find your own song And your troubles are carried away. Outside, outside Let's run and hide In the far and wide Take me, take me Up to the heavens with thee. Featuring Cathy Barnett. Song performed & written by Harmon. Directed & designed by Harmon dot aut.