I’ve noted this before, but everybtime I return to the script, I seem to find something new I’d never realized before. It’s like the 50 something actor discovers a new meaning the 28 year old playwright had no idea she had written.
I’m beginning to think that I wrote the play back then, for myself now. Which is weird, but cool thought. I like it, anyway.
Some new discoveries are movement based, more humor (thank God!), and quietness. Hands.
When I originally rehearsed the play years ago, I didn’t have a dog. Now we have sweet Decaf who has decided he does not like Miss O’Keeffe. Whenever I am rehearsing where he is, he looks at me and begins a low growl. It’s very funny.
Rolling the shoulders and asking myself am I promoting now, or should I rehearse?
I will never have my family sit on the front row when I perform ever again.
Happy Birthday, Alfred! Born January 1, 1864, Mr. Stieglitz would be 149 years old. He didn’t make O’Keeffe who she was, she did that all by herself and her experiences–but if it hadn’t been for his exhibiting her, supporting her in her early years of developing her own style, even provoking her–it may have taken us longer to be able to appreciate her art.
My favorite Stieglitz quote:
“I was born in Hoboken. I am an American. Photography is my passion. The search for Truth my obsession.”
Thank you, Stieglitz, for being art’s champion.
I think it’s quite appropriate to launch my website and my blog Art Matters, on Nov. 15, 2012, which just happens to be the 125th birthday of Georgia O’Keeffe!
Happy Birthday Miss O’Keeffe!
This is one of my favorite photos of her because it’s so unexpected. We tend to think of the O’Keeffe icon, strict bun, black and white in person and image. But my research, and what I hope comes forth in my one woman show, “O’Keeffe!”, is an artist who like all artists struggled and loved, and unlike many, lived a long, long time. Georgia O’Keeffe, 1887-1986.