You never realize how much color affects your state of mind until you are confronted with an obvious example.\u00a0 The entire theatre in Casablanca was blood red.\u00a0 I mean EVERYTHING was blood red \u2013 the walls, the ceiling, the floors, the tables, the chairs \u2013 all painted with the same deep crimson shade.\u00a0 At first, it was an exciting novelty.\u00a0 As the day wore on, the novelty wore off.\u00a0 Hours of working in a blood red environment was having the same affect on a lot of us: shortness of breath, irritability, panic attacks.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t take it any longer so I rushed out of the stage door.\u00a0 I thought if I just took a few moments outside in the fresh air –\u00a0the panic attack would subside\u00a0and I\u2019d be fine.\u00a0 Wrong.\u00a0 Every man standing on the street (and there were a lot of them) turned to stare at me and start shouting obscenities.\u00a0 OK \u2013 I admit that this was my fault.\u00a0 I was in my dance clothes, which was highly inappropriate for a Muslim country.\u00a0 In my defense \u2013 who changes their clothes in the middle of a panic attack?\u00a0\u00a0 I quickly retreated back into the theatre.\u00a0 That would pretty much sums up my day in the Casablanca theatre \u2013 panic attacks backstage and panic attacks outside by the stage door.\u00a0 Back and forth – trying to find the better solution.\u00a0 There was none.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You never realize how much color affects your state of mind until you are confronted with an obvious example. The entire theatre in Casablanca was blood red. I mean EVERYTHING was blood red – the walls, the ceiling, the floors, … Continue reading