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Flowers and a Theater

July 10, 2021 at 9:19 am by Claudia

All of these coneflowers are the result of the two original plants (planted years ago) self-seeding. They’ve also spread to areas beyond this garden bed. One has sprung up down by the hose, others pop up here and there in front of the bed. The same with the coneflowers in the bed under the living room window and those in the big garden bed and the beds on the far side of the house. If you can grow them where you are, I strongly recommend them. They’re tall, sturdy, and bloom for a long time.

I also have yellow coneflowers and white coneflowers here and there in the big garden bed.

Today might be the one day where we have no rain. What?? Is that possible? I’m going to take advantage of it and do some weed whacking and a wee bit of mowing in the corral area. Then I’ll work on my painting. Oh, and wash towels, vacuum, etc.

Don and I were talking about our time at the Old Globe this morning. Don, of course, has an even longer association with it than I do, working there as an apprentice when it was part community theater and part professional theater (in the summers.) We were lucky. I was lucky. I moved out to San Diego at the height of its best years, when Jack O’Brien was the Artistic Director and Craig Noel, who founded it, was still part of what was called the Triumvirate: Jack, Craig, and Tom Hall, the Managing Director. I’ve worked at a lot of theaters in my time, but I’ve never been a place that was so magical, where there was a community of artists and employees that was a family. When I moved out there, they welcomed me with open arms. I was wrapped in their collective embrace. The work being done on all three stages was consistently excellent. Jack, who is one of the most brilliant and inspiring artists it has been my pleasure to know, had so much charisma and talent that well-known actors routinely dropped everything to come and work there. That doesn’t happen so much nowadays. Sada Thompson, Marian Ross (who was a longtime friend of Craig Noel), Marsha Mason, John Goodman, Victor Garber, Neil Patrick Harris, Cherry Jones, Seth Green, Robert Foxworth, Michael Learned, Robert Hays, Daniel J. Travanti, Harold Gould, Hal Holbrook, Peter Krause, Dakin Matthews, Mariette Hartley, Megan Follows, Richard Easton – are just a few of the people I worked with during my time there, along with so many names you might not know, but who are highly respected actors with talent that would knock your socks off. Everyone wanted to work there. Much of that was due to the Globe’s reputation, and to Jack, specifically. We felt that we were doing something noble, something important, and the reactions of the audiences confirmed that.

I guess it’s on my mind because I chatted, via email, with Jack this week. He’s busy writing a new musical, the second volume of his autobiography, he’s brilliant and funny and thriving – at the age of 82. I’ve never met someone with more energy. In the last couple of years, both Don and I have written Jack at different times thanking him for everything. I learned so much from him. So much. I had two great pleasures, besides working with actors and seeing a show take shape. They were Company Call, when all the actors, designers, and staff that were working for the summer season, specifically, though it was done throughout the year, met in the main theater to be introduced. I cite the summer season because that’s when all three theaters were up and running. I looked forward to Jack’s opening remarks, as well as those of dear Craig Noel. Jack’s words were inspiring and glorious – every person in that room was an integral part of the greater goal and we were made to feel that way by Jack’s amazing words. And every person working, whether onstage or off, was introduced.

The other was table work. Table work happens at the beginning of rehearsals. The actors and director and dramaturg and text coach (me) sit around a table and work their way through the script; clarifying, questioning, researching, offering ideas as to interpretation. The most stimulating table work sessions were for Shakespeare – and the Globe was known for its productions of Shakespeare. I learned so much. It’s one thing to study the text in an academic way – that’s valuable, of course – but it’s another to study it in an active way, in a way that will eventually help it come alive on the stage. The reason I know so much about Shakespeare is rooted in my time at the Globe, where I sat at the feet of brilliant minds who knew their stuff. And the reason I have gone on to work on so many Shakespeare productions when I thought of myself as predominately a dialect coach, is because of the unofficial training I received at the Globe. I know my stuff.

I’ve gone on and on. But I was so fortunate to have been there at what I think was the pinnacle of that theater’s long existence. I’ve seen more recent productions and they’re fine and sometimes not so fine, but they are not, unfortunately, of the caliber and brilliance that I routinely saw when I was there. Theaters change, artistic directors leave and are replaced. And so it goes.

Grateful to have been there, to have chatted with both Jack and Darko this past week, to have been in the presence of greatness.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

Filed Under: flowers, life, Shakespeare, theater 18 Comments

Storms, Ring Lights, Flowers, Humidity

July 8, 2021 at 8:52 am by Claudia

We are having insane thunder storms. After midnight, we woke up to a huge storm which seemed to last forever. All of the mullein plants I showed you yesterday are flat on the ground. They’re just too tall and spindly to withstand lashing wind and rain. My hollyhock was also bent over this morning. I’ve temporarily braced it, but I need to tie it to the trellis that’s in the pot. Forget the hydrangeas. They’ve been pummeled.

It’s depressing and there are more storms coming today and tomorrow.

It’s humid and sticky and thundery and we are over it.

I started a new painting – just the basic outline of the piece of pottery, which I now realize I’ll have to tweak after viewing it from afar.

Meanwhile, my big concern during all of these heat warnings and storms and wind is mama robin, but so far, she seems to be handling it. She was sitting on the eggs when I got up this morning.

We’re in the process of buying a ring light and a background screen for audition videos – most of which are self-taped these days. We live in a small house with very little available wall space and the wall space that is available is often in a too dark part of the house. So we’re buying these things as an investment. Today we drive to the dreaded Walmart to pick up the ring light. Points, however, to Walmart; they made this transaction very simple and easy. Tomorrow a screen will be delivered and we’ll tape Don’s audition.

Oy.

That’s it my friends – I have to grab some breakfast and then we’re off to Walmart – just over the mountain ridge from our cottage.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

Filed Under: birds, flowers, life 16 Comments

Mid-Week Minutia

July 7, 2021 at 9:15 am by Claudia

I’m using my vintage Vernor’s crate to hold my painting supplies. It’s portable, should I need to move to another part of the cottage. Plus, I really love this crate, having grown up in Michigan where Vernor’s Ginger Ale (the best, in my opinion) was manufactured. When I lived in downtown Detroit, I used to drive by the main plant on my way home.

We seem to be in a humid/thunderstorm weather pattern here, with more on the docket today. I keep a close watch on our mama robin and the nest, though in reality, there’s nothing I can do. So far, I’ve learned that the female robin builds the nest, lays the eggs (of course) and keeps them warm. Ahem. Where’s dad? I have to give it to the Carolina wrens: he build the nest, she approved it, did the egg laying, and they both fed the babies. I know that papa robin will step in once the babies are born but so far…he’s an absentee father.

I have a book arriving today that I’ve long wanted to read. It’s by David Sibley, an authority on birds. Title: What it’s Like to be a Bird: From Flying to Nesting, Eating to Singing–What Birds are Doing and Why. I can’t wait to start reading it.

One of Don’s birthday presents from me was the new biography of famed director, Mike Nichols. (Sort of a present for me, too, as I can’t wait to read it.) He is devouring it. It’s written by Mark Harris, who I follow on Twitter. He is married to Tony Kushner, who wrote the prize winning play, Angels in America. There’s a lot of talent in that family.

It’s a gorgeous, albeit humid, morning. The light is beautiful, everything is blooming, mama is sitting on her eggs right outside our kitchen window.

And the mullein, or verbascum, that grows wild here is all over the back forty. I think we have more plants than we’ve ever had before. It sometimes grows to over 6 feet tall and has an almost ‘forest primeval’ look to it. These are the flowers. There are splashes of yellow everywhere. Mullein is often used as an herb.

I’m starting a new Roseville painting today.

And that’s it for today!

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

 

Filed Under: birds, flowers, garden, life, oil painting 27 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

I've worked in the theater for more years than I can count. I'm currently a voice, speech, dialect and text coach freelancing on Broadway, off Broadway, and in regional theater.

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