I Am A Boat

When Renata walked, she strolled. When Adam walked, he flopped forward eagerly from one big foot to the other, leaning into life.

Renata’s eyes went from the rockets to the rapt and amorous boy…Night didn’t make him suddenly much older; if anything, it was the other way. He was twice as tall as she was and half as old. Sally Morrison’s people are caught in the classical struggle between reality and illusion – and the all too modern dilemma of an endlessly shifting focus. Her predicaments often surprise. Her sense of the absurd transforms the ephemeral and the everyday.