The theme is art.

Tonight is the final dress rehearsal for our new show Endgame, by Samuel Beckett.  I am so curious to see it.  I hear it’s not linear.  I have to confess that I have never read any Beckett, which came as a surprise to the show’s director.  Not my own personal lapse but that Beckett in general was not on the list of the average educated adult.  Uh , no.  We have had more discussion on what the show is not, than what it is.  The setting is post apocalyptic.  This photo was taken a week ago when they just started building the set. It’s even cooler now.  

My favorite part, not in this picture, is a column with a dented air vent.  It looks so real. I guarantee folks will be complaining about air hitting them from the vent.  Guarantee it.  I love that this same stage was Freud’s office just weeks ago.

I was a little leery about the production until a conversation unfolded about how Tony Soprano, Dexter, Deadwood – these really dark humor pieces all stand on the shoulders of Beckett. Interesting. Okay, now I’m intrigued. I am hoping to see it Friday.  I will report back.

On a wholly different note, one of our theatre programs, bringing underserved kids to performances, has been selected as a recipient of proceeds from the Rittenhouse Flower Market. This is a ladies-who-lunch kind of organization that put on an event in May.  One of the components of the show is a poster contest.  A black and white poster is provided and anyone can enter their artistic interpretation of the original drawing.  Here is a copy of the poster. 

I’m going to see what I can do.  My visual art skills are a little lacking.  The brain is willing but the hands don’t always comply. I’ll see how it looks before I decide to a) show it to you or b) submit it.  What the heck, right?