Donor
“I think about all the good I could do in the world, I think about all the things I could achieve if I really tried, I think about what my life could look like.
I do nothing.
Until I do something.
But first I do nothing. For a really long time.”
Potential stinks up Wren’s car, fogs up her bathroom mirror and barbs her insides. Trapped in an inertia of wishing things were different, Wren dreams of doing something meaningful, of leaving behind more than just credit card debt, of being valued by society.
From the creator of Turtle, (Nominated for Best Performance 2018 Melbourne Fringe), Donor is a dark comedy about not living up to expectations.
I’m sitting on what looks like a stolen church pew, hard wood, straight back but with these chains attached to the ends like it had been bike locked to a street sign before someone bolt cut it open and stole it. This is the foyer of HR, one level above where I work. The walls are a faint pastel pink and there’s a couple of bright red cushions on the opposite pews. I feel like I’m in a uterus prepping to ovulate. Every month I imagine there’s a whole team of renovators The Block style, but maybe more Joanna Griggs treating my uterus like a new project. Someone bold has filled the main room with crimson everything and then Joanna walks in and says, “It all has to go, 5 days and its going to be completely transformed.” We see people ripping down the wallpaper, red velvet chaise lounges been thrown out the window until the room is restored to a muted pastel pink. But a couple of weeks later someone decides to brighten the room up and places a bright red lamp in the corner.
I don’t know how these metal chains fit into the metaphor… (she laughs) I’m talking about a woman’s reproductive system …of course I do.