Children and Art
George looks around. He sees the park. It is depressing. George looks ahead. George sees the dark. George feels afraid. Where are the people Out strolling on Sunday?

Last night, I went with Jesse to see this production of Sunday In The Park With George over at the UCLA Freud Playhouse. I'm not sure if I've really stated it here, but Sunday In The Park, along with Sweeney Todd and to only a slightly lesser extent Into The Woods constitute for me the triumvirate of Greatest Musicals Ever Written.


George looks within. George is adrift. George goes by guessing. George looks behind. He had a gift. When did it fade? You wanted people out Strolling on Sunday- Sorry, Marie... See George remember how George used to be, Stretching his vision in every direction. See George attempting to see a connection When all he can see Is maybe a tree- The family tree- Sorry, Marie...

There's something so utterly perfect and devastating about Sunday in the Park. For those of you unfamiliar with it, it's sort of loosely about George Seurat and his creation of his painting Sunday On The Island Of La Grande Jatte, but it's so much more than that. It is the ultimate study on what it means to be an artist, to love an artist, the almost unbearable longing to Create, and the very nature of Inspiration itself.


George is afraid.
George sees the park. George sees it dying. George too may fade, Leaving no mark, Just passing through. Just like the people Out strolling on Sunday... George looks around. George is alone. No use denying George is aground. George has outgrown What he can do. George would have liked to see People out strolling on Sunday..

I am very tired this morning because I was so inspired last night, I couldn't fall asleep. RED RED RED RED RED RED ORANGE RED RED ORANGE RED RED ORANGE FINISH THE HAT GEORGE FINISH THE HAT blaring through my head at very loud decibels. Sweet and very annoying.

Dot is definitely in the top 5 dream roles.

I'm writing this here because I want to remember this feeling, to have this memory to go back to in the future**. There's been a lot this week emotionally. A real re-examining of priorities and focus and passion and heart. I feel so much is opening up in me, I can barely contain it. Next comes the transcribing. I hope I can find the words. I want to find the words.



**Speaking of back to the future, David and I had an adventure in Huntington Beach on Tuesday night, test riding a Dolorean for my brother. Whaaaat?

1 Comments:

wait, I missed the part about children. what about children?
ashley | 02.04.07 - 2:09 am | #

Sorry, Children and Art is a song title from the show.
...
...
You would have liked her
Honey, I'm wrong
You would have loved her
Mama enjoyed things
Mama was smart
See how she shimmers?
I mean, from the heart

I know, Honey, you don't agree
But this is our family tree
Just wait 'til we're there, and you'll see
Listen to me
Mama was smart
Listen to Mama
Children and art
Children and art
a | Homepage | 02.04.07 - 2:44 pm | #

Ohhhhhh! I haven't gotten that far yet. I thought it was like a secret clue for me to follow. LIKE YOU WERE SPEAKING IN CODE TO ME. :D
ashley | 02.04.07 - 11:23 pm | #

I WOULD shut NEVER SPEAK up IN CODE you TO YOU.
a | Homepage | 02.05.07 - 9:40 am | #

How was the Delorean? And why was the Delorean?
tifanie | 02.06.07 - 6:12 pm | #

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