What the…? Who the…? Where the…?
But…R. is the preferred name. “Please call me R.”
And not just any Crap, this is THE most fascinating uber-talented, multi-faceted Crap that you will ever have a hope to encounter. A gifted photographer with an eye for shot composition, a provocative writer that will leave you pondering, and a sense of humour to calm life’s histrionics, Crap is the epitome of “no limits.” She calls herself the Iron Bitch. TOOT-TOOT! All aboard the Chaos Express! She generously takes a lot of pictures of dance shows, publishing them on her Flicker to share. SHE IS AWESOMENESS! Don’t be fooled by the simplicity expressed in below “interview.” Just under the surface, a highly complex metamorphic enigma is brewing, and it is too late for YOU to turn back! DUCK AND COVER!
Hi. I’m R. Crap Mariner.
I do things. And make some stuff.
It’s fun, eh.
Bad Luck Streak Dance School – The Village at Eyefliez