i'd like to leave a long trail. a long string of fire.
tonight at rehearsal for picasso, i honestly thought i could not breathe. this play is so unearthly beautiful that i couldn't breathe. it is going to be the greatest play ever done thus far at adrian college. i need to excerpt here.
this is picasso's monologue when he realizes the future of his art... he sees a vision of one of his future paintings....
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Picasso:
I could dream it forever and still not do it, but when the time comes for it to be done, God I want to be ready for it, to be ready for the moment of convergence between the thing done and the doing of it, between the thing to be made and its maker. At that moment I am speaking for everyone; I am dreaming for the billions yet to come, I am taking the part of us that cannot be understood by God and letting it bleed from the wrist onto the canvas... And it can only be made because I have felt these things: my lust, my greed, my hatred, my happiness. So this is what it's like.
Germaine:
What?
Picasso:
To be there at the moment.
Germaine:
What moment?
PIcasso:
The moment I leave blue behind.
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oh god.... i can't even describe the feeling that those words put into me. i understand it completely... "And it can only be made because I have felt these things..." that's how it feels... to know that out of pain comes something brilliant that maybe someday will make someone's chest palpitate the way this play does mine.
i tried to tell mike after rehearsal... i tried to tell him but i'm not quite sure yet that he understands... but we're getting there. i need him to know how much i love this. how much i love working with him and working on this play and learning from the way he works. and that the lines of this play are constantly running through my mind and i can't get rid of them and i Don't Want To. i don't want to i want to hear them forever and never forget them. i nearly cried tonight... just sitting there watching. it's spiritual for me. i don't know why it affects me this way. but i nearly cried... and i prevented myself from doing it. someday i just might let go and not be able to keep it in. and i'll just sit there and watch the show and cry and cry. everyone needs to come see it. twice. or three times... i have to go to sleep now. i hope i have good dreams this time...
this is picasso's monologue when he realizes the future of his art... he sees a vision of one of his future paintings....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Picasso:
I could dream it forever and still not do it, but when the time comes for it to be done, God I want to be ready for it, to be ready for the moment of convergence between the thing done and the doing of it, between the thing to be made and its maker. At that moment I am speaking for everyone; I am dreaming for the billions yet to come, I am taking the part of us that cannot be understood by God and letting it bleed from the wrist onto the canvas... And it can only be made because I have felt these things: my lust, my greed, my hatred, my happiness. So this is what it's like.
Germaine:
What?
Picasso:
To be there at the moment.
Germaine:
What moment?
PIcasso:
The moment I leave blue behind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
oh god.... i can't even describe the feeling that those words put into me. i understand it completely... "And it can only be made because I have felt these things..." that's how it feels... to know that out of pain comes something brilliant that maybe someday will make someone's chest palpitate the way this play does mine.
i tried to tell mike after rehearsal... i tried to tell him but i'm not quite sure yet that he understands... but we're getting there. i need him to know how much i love this. how much i love working with him and working on this play and learning from the way he works. and that the lines of this play are constantly running through my mind and i can't get rid of them and i Don't Want To. i don't want to i want to hear them forever and never forget them. i nearly cried tonight... just sitting there watching. it's spiritual for me. i don't know why it affects me this way. but i nearly cried... and i prevented myself from doing it. someday i just might let go and not be able to keep it in. and i'll just sit there and watch the show and cry and cry. everyone needs to come see it. twice. or three times... i have to go to sleep now. i hope i have good dreams this time...