KINGSTON, R.I. – On the stage in a theater sits a row of imposing structures. These are large walls, placed in an arrangement that, if there were more, would imply a maze. Each dimensional, mud-colored wall is adorned with strange figures and hieroglyphs – caverns and boxes that hold a lamp, a radio, a headless mannequin. All are intricately designed and a vintage nod to the reproduction of a script almost 100 years later, but also exist as objects in representation of more than just physical space, but the cultural boxing-in of patriarchal society, or the machine.