Dramatis Personae
THE TROUBADOUR THE VIRGIN THE STALKER THE DRUNK THE VIOLIN MAKER
THE TROUBADOUR THE VIRGIN THE STALKER THE DRUNK THE VIOLIN MAKER
It’s an experiment in placing the private in public, says the director—a device HE will learn to use well in the many years to come.
What if the world is a room; what if the room is as large as the world?
The more I travel this story with them, the more and more familiar it becomes; more and more a part of my imagination, and less and less what it was when I encountered it.
Is it any different from anyone else? Is anyone even listening? The musician doesn’t know.
What makes me who I am, or lets me become what I am not?
Will our love stories ever resolve, they wonder, will they come to a head at some point like a mountain peak or a vast plateau or will they stubbornly revolve in spinning sequences of not-quite-endings, hapless or half-hearted attempts to cut cords left over from the last vow-less beginning?
I would like the house to be un-crumbled, to undo the damage done by an earthquake, time, distance and neglect, and to place the performance and the audience in that house.
This was a long way from the contained theatre of a Chekhov play presented over a couple of hours and yet it was the same play. Instead, the audience was living with the characters in that house.
I’m a single lesbian looking for a lover. I’m 44. My favourite food is chops. I make art to make […]