So, it's not like I've never costumed a show before, but at the moment, I'm kind of intimidated. After doing Vieux Carre (sp), I took myself out of costuming at the blue barn. Having to search through every thrift store in town for the most boring clothing was just tedious. But I'm back at it now, although with a whole new set of tools at hand, the foremost being the Reverend. You know, Steve. The guy who actually has to do the work. Best friend. Yadda.
But this show is so darn conceptual, I just don't have a grip on it. I need to read it on paper. Somehow, trying to read this play on my computer feels as though it's keeping me from understanding it. Perhaps I'm trying to read it too quickly. I can't write myself notes on the side. And it's hard to grasp how far things are progressing without having so many pages in front, and so many behind.
And then there's Bill, who seems to not only have a full grasp of the show, but has come up with Great Ideas. I don't have Great Ideas yet. I have the ideas that will not embarrass the actors to be on stage. It feels like forever since I really put the work in on a 'legitimate' theater piece. Just yesterday, I finally started unpacking my scripts and designs from the Rose. It's been a year since I had looked at it, and it felt comforting to page through my sketchbook. Dear lord, how many costumes have been cranked out of my shop last year without even a design? I'm a gut costumer, and this play is going to need more than instinct.
So, I'ze going to cancel my afternoon appointment, head for the nail salon, and get to reading. Some may suffer for their art. I prefer to do mine while getting a pedicure.
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Forced honest? Heres some forced honesty for ya. Your fantastic. I have yet to see you offer up an average costume and I know I never will. You are right though, this play takes some get a handle on and even though I've read it three times now, I'm starting to see the story for what it is, and the shading, and the nuance.
This will be fun and it will push me out of my comfort zone. I like that. And I know you won't stop until you have the best.
Ah, the sweet struggle. It's like a drug. Maybe I'll try getting my nails done. Ochre base, I think, with little white ski hills on each nail and tiny little skiers shooshing down the slope. Happy jumping into the deep!
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