Dress Rehearsals? Already?
The days themselves may drag by painfully for lack of work to do, but the weeks have flown by since the opening of M. Butterfly. I find it incredibly hard to believe the next two shows starting tech rehearsals yesterday.
Two shows. Two shows in the shop at the same time and over the course of four weeks I had eight notes to do. Mostly involving making brand new shoes look not quite so brand new. Eight notes that, were I working at a normal pace, I could have finished in about a day and a half. But I had four weeks.
What does one do with so much free time? A lot of dye swatches. I spent much of the days tracking down the elusive flesh tone dye recipe for fiber reactive dyes. Now I have roughly 80 colors ranging from pale Norwegian to sunburnt American, jaundiced Eurasian to sun kissed Middle Eastern. And I've come to the conclusion that all of the browns Pro-Chem makes for their procion line suck. So next I will embark on mixing complimentary colors to find a flattering neutral tone to start exploring the darker skin tones. One must pass the time somehow...
And as the next shows open and new ones come into the shop I become accutely aware of the passage of time. This time last year I was already well in the summer season at APT, frantically trying to motivate myself to work on my wedding dress and loosing all hope as I mailed out resume after resume. It's hard to believe a year has past already.
Time is no longer a static continuum as it was in Honolulu. A much fuller theatre season with regularly production intervales of 4-6 weeks make brisk divisions of the year. Four distinct seasons visual cue the passage. No endlessly balmy and unchanging days of 70 degrees and sun. (Though I do miss the hikes and snorkeling). Winter passes to spring with the promise of warmer days and green, spring gives way to a summer's bounty of outdoor activities, fall relaxes us with beautiful colors, brisk breezes and many an anniversaries, and winter both anticipated for it's beauty and holidays and dreaded for its darkness and cold complete the annual lap. Time clips along, marked by change in temperature and scenery.
Yet though the changes are in front of my face every day I walk to and from work, though the calendars I surround myself with do nothing but announce what is to come, and how soon; I continue to be caught off guard by how quickly time slips between my fingers.
Two shows. Two shows in the shop at the same time and over the course of four weeks I had eight notes to do. Mostly involving making brand new shoes look not quite so brand new. Eight notes that, were I working at a normal pace, I could have finished in about a day and a half. But I had four weeks.
What does one do with so much free time? A lot of dye swatches. I spent much of the days tracking down the elusive flesh tone dye recipe for fiber reactive dyes. Now I have roughly 80 colors ranging from pale Norwegian to sunburnt American, jaundiced Eurasian to sun kissed Middle Eastern. And I've come to the conclusion that all of the browns Pro-Chem makes for their procion line suck. So next I will embark on mixing complimentary colors to find a flattering neutral tone to start exploring the darker skin tones. One must pass the time somehow...
And as the next shows open and new ones come into the shop I become accutely aware of the passage of time. This time last year I was already well in the summer season at APT, frantically trying to motivate myself to work on my wedding dress and loosing all hope as I mailed out resume after resume. It's hard to believe a year has past already.
Time is no longer a static continuum as it was in Honolulu. A much fuller theatre season with regularly production intervales of 4-6 weeks make brisk divisions of the year. Four distinct seasons visual cue the passage. No endlessly balmy and unchanging days of 70 degrees and sun. (Though I do miss the hikes and snorkeling). Winter passes to spring with the promise of warmer days and green, spring gives way to a summer's bounty of outdoor activities, fall relaxes us with beautiful colors, brisk breezes and many an anniversaries, and winter both anticipated for it's beauty and holidays and dreaded for its darkness and cold complete the annual lap. Time clips along, marked by change in temperature and scenery.
Yet though the changes are in front of my face every day I walk to and from work, though the calendars I surround myself with do nothing but announce what is to come, and how soon; I continue to be caught off guard by how quickly time slips between my fingers.
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