Work In Progess

We have to show some of our work in progress to the group next week and I feel quite under prepared! I have already spoke to the class about my previous ideas on Utopia, so I don't want to repeat myself there. I am currently re-working one of the 5 minute pieces I did in the workshops sessions as I think it is a good starting point for my final character. It is the piece inspired by the Edward Hopper painting. I think I am going to bring in some of the costume ideas I've had, the Jacob Kramer painting and then show a 5 minute section of what I'm currently developing.

"This morning i woke up alone, a gap in the great bed to vast for my lone body, I blinked confused, sad and looked
about the room. The once magnificant towering walls about me, which enclosed the bed in wonderous patterns and a
kolidescope of endless colours and shape are stood strong still, but bare. There is nothing there.
Grabbing and clutching at too much covers for my lone soul, I hold myself up and sit quietly tightly processing the
change, maybe just complacent though definitley not contented with the new found situation. Surroundings I have always
thought can alter the subconsious mind and bring forward posible subdued feelings, and in this case the bare walls
told me I was blue.
Blue, yes blue are the walls and now so is my mind. Gazing forward, I notice first that I am still waking and my thoughts
are still adjusting, I notice secondly that there hanging there, is one remaining lone picture. How symbolic. It's trees.
Trees have always held a special sort of meaning, here. Trees I imagine are the mothers of the earth, lone standing mothers,
all strong and some together. Family of trees that gave life to us. Stupid little monkeys. Sad lonely little monkeys.
I'm desperately searching my mind for the answers here, sitting now alone in my bare little cemented box... I sigh.
And I let the anxt go.
The ceiling is bare too.
The window is wide open.
The door is bolted shut.
Thoughts and zaned ideas begin rushing ferosiously through my head. I feel something is warped, what happened here?
My mind offers no recollection. My body is weak. My soul... Hears something.
I heard once there are voices, if you listen closely. Yes the voices are there.
If you start listening to them, they start listening to you.
And if you look, really look. You will see them. They like to hide, but they're everywhere.
You look right at them, and they'll look right back at you. The walls are bare.
And there's no-one there.
I think I'll smoke today.
I might look out the window."
I liked this style of writing and think it would suit my new character. I would like to start my solo piece off with this text and I am going to develop it further so that it works towards my Utopia ideas.