i want a den of slack
But it seems life just won't allow me one of those anytime soon.
In the midst of signing papers on my dream home (cough) in Queens, packing the Roosevelt Island apartment, working full time, visiting Mama in new Spanish Harlem digs, and whining endlessly to very tolerant Beaux, I am working on a new project. Actually, my role in this embryonic piece is that of Playwright, not director. Mama herself will likely be directing, if not my mentor/hero, Mr. Robert Lepage (pronounced Roe-bear Lu-pahj).
If I can get it together - mostly within my own head - this play is the opportunity of a lifetime. One of Tom Brumberger's unrealized brainchildren, its' intended focus is the legendary Georgia O'Keeffe and the last few years of her life, which she spent in the care and company of sculptor Juan Hamilton. Although I have never shown extraordinary flair for writing dramatic pieces - my last one was a 10-minute play called "Spoons", most recently performed at Theatre Studio Inc. in 2003 - my mother has requested that I pen this one, as per Tom's wishes. And with an incredible Academy-Award winning actress attached to the project, there's definitely a raging fire beneath the seat of my pants to get this one out of the stratosphere and into Microsoft Word.
The question is...the angle.
One elderly artist alone in the wilderness is a very specific kind of entertainment that, to be perfectly frank, does not entertain me. However, Ms. O'Keeffe is fiercely fascinating, so I'm researching, awaiting the bite that'll tell me how to start this sucker.
In the meantime, I leave you with one of her pieces, which she swore was just a flower:
In the midst of signing papers on my dream home (cough) in Queens, packing the Roosevelt Island apartment, working full time, visiting Mama in new Spanish Harlem digs, and whining endlessly to very tolerant Beaux, I am working on a new project. Actually, my role in this embryonic piece is that of Playwright, not director. Mama herself will likely be directing, if not my mentor/hero, Mr. Robert Lepage (pronounced Roe-bear Lu-pahj).
If I can get it together - mostly within my own head - this play is the opportunity of a lifetime. One of Tom Brumberger's unrealized brainchildren, its' intended focus is the legendary Georgia O'Keeffe and the last few years of her life, which she spent in the care and company of sculptor Juan Hamilton. Although I have never shown extraordinary flair for writing dramatic pieces - my last one was a 10-minute play called "Spoons", most recently performed at Theatre Studio Inc. in 2003 - my mother has requested that I pen this one, as per Tom's wishes. And with an incredible Academy-Award winning actress attached to the project, there's definitely a raging fire beneath the seat of my pants to get this one out of the stratosphere and into Microsoft Word.
The question is...the angle.
One elderly artist alone in the wilderness is a very specific kind of entertainment that, to be perfectly frank, does not entertain me. However, Ms. O'Keeffe is fiercely fascinating, so I'm researching, awaiting the bite that'll tell me how to start this sucker.
In the meantime, I leave you with one of her pieces, which she swore was just a flower:
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