The end of solitude
Just getting started here in Omaha on the premier of The Tulip. Last night I met with the design team - a wonderful, eclectic group of talents, and tonight I meet my cast and have the first read through. This is the point where years of desperate, solitary work begins to have life breathed into it by other human beings. All their hearts and minds and bodies, the bottomless reservoirs of their lives, pour into every curve and cranny of the flat, black letters on the page, and upward it begins to grow, kicking its way into the flesh and blood. It's a wildly strange and wonderful experience. Tonight will be the first time I hear others read the words. What a rare blessing - to be able to explore life like this.
Posted by Hobo K at 10:03 AM 0 comments
4 comments:
Happy first day! I look forward to reading everyone's take on the process.
Its always great to see what others do with our ideas. I know I get a real thrill out of watching our costumes come to life on stage.
I didn't realize that was the first time you heard it! How different did it sound in your head?
I have learned, after so many falls, never rely too much on what's in my head, but . . .
there were moments of striking similarities and moments of striking differences - to my great delight.
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