The thing about split ends is that as soon as you cut one off, somewhere else on the head, another strand of hair will split. Cut, split, cut split, ad infinitum. Claudia is consumed by her split ends until she fell in love with a Vacuum, an actual Vacuum, who happened to be the hairiest thing shed ever fallen in love with. A thing that made her want to pluck her arm hairs, wax her legs and cut her hair. The Vacuum would shed his hairs, leave, disappear, reappear, shed, tell her he loved her, tell her he lied, leave, shed, appear, shed, malt, love, lie, cheat, shed, shed. Claudia cut hairs, plucked hairs, vacuumed hairs, hunted hairs, waiting for him to pull the plug on what they had because she couldnt. In an exploration of control, love and the addiction to people who hurt us, Split Ends uses a combination of stand-up comedy, puppetry and multi-media to attempt to understand when we are meticulously in control or incredibly out of it.
