Evangelia Kingsley

Something must have happened without my knowing. I crossed some invisible line and I am now elderly, everywhere. I thought I was hiding it well with my zest for life while marching towards the abyss. But alas, several times recently young men have leapt up and offered me their seat on the subway. In the past if anyone did that -- and please recognize that it was infrequent as I only became elderly on Tuesday at 3:53 pm – I refused, almost insulted by the assumption that I nee

Oh, what a great song -- John Prine's Angel from Montgomery. I'm not that old woman, I'm a different old woman. I'm an old woman hanging out in a dressing room. I'm doing the same thing I've done for five decades now -- stripping down, shoving in, lacing up, draping, slathering face paint and pinning curls. Happy as a clam and sad as a turnip. It's life and it's not life, all at the same time. I am not an actress who loves being the center of attention, who loves being looked

Dear friends and supporters, Perhaps you watched the work-in-progress YouTube presentation of Complicit: Observations from the 57th...

What does it mean to be an artist? Is it about making a living from your art? If that is the criterion, I don't know many artists -- I...

Welcome to Evangelia's new website. I will try to keep it clean!