I have a friend who bought an old general store, built in 1915, which he is gradually rebuilding into a beautiful 50-seat theatre. And by beautiful, I mean shaped for theatre -- original high brick wall as the backdrop, original barn-flooring for the stage, and cupped intimate hearth-like seats. The most perfect space for Chekhov I have ever seen.
Today I went and helped move lights. Today he put in two windows, a back porch, and cleared out the front "store" area. Our efforts don't really compare, but I like being part of it.
In this prosaic difficult fashion, a theatre is being born.
Monday, June 04, 2007
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