MY WOUNDS AKE AT THEE

Who is not Timon's. What heart, head, sword, force, means but is Lord Timon's?

Fully entrenched in the rehearsal process, I find myself now with these verbiages from the text. Shakespeare's work (and/or whoever else) tends to stay with you...and with a room full of high caliber performers such as this one the story is becoming a vivd dream to me, whilst awake and even when I'm asleep.

These melodious eight creatures that make up the cast of Timon are creating a world that demands twenty three characters of them--and counting. With a hat, a change in posture, a different register of voice each storyteller figure flows into the next as this ensemble drudges up and dusts of the sometimes forgotten meaning of what it means to play in a theatrical context. In large part, if there isn't a sense of joy in the creating, then why do it in the first place? Any other reason is married to ego and hype. I'm honored to watch these professionals be betrothed to the text and constantly work towards serving it in an intelligent, engaging and clear manner.