Saturday, October 11, 2003

Tonight I saw Henrik Ibsen's play "Hedda Gabler" at the Lycoming College Theater.


The play featured some gunshots fired from a real gun (blanks I assume) which was very startling. The actress playing Hedda Gabler also burned some paper on stage and for awhile I thought there was a spark of fire onstage but it must have been some stray glitter from her gown.


The windows were merely indicated by some hanging window frames and lights were used with a filter to look like the light through window panes.


The lighting was also frequently changed during the show to highlight Hedda Gabler's inner emotional states. For her suicide, a scrim at the back of the set turned blood red which was very effective.


Some French doors divided the set into two rooms so the audience could see some characters in the back room. The period costumes were quite impressive and made the characters look rather dashing and elegant.


During the play I was able to feel quite inspired and dreamed about what it must be like to be on a stage with the various lights shining on one. It occured to me that I should create some digital artwork with a theater theme. Maybe something using drama masks, pierrot, the stage, spotlights, or just experiment with lighting the picture space.

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

I received a pretentious advertisement from The Yale Review today. It asked such questions as: "Are you thrilled to come across a first edition of a Eudora Welty novel in a used bookstore?" Not particularly


"Sales letters such as this one are almost never mailed out of our office. Frankly, we just don't have the budget - or the stomach - for much marketing." Yet, here we are.


"If I have guessed correctly that you have an extremely meticulous and elegant intellect that stands out in this dumbed-down culture, then perhaps you will think of this letter as a favor rather than a commercial pitch." Yeah, stroke my ego!


"If you loved college because it allowed you to join in the feast of great ideas, don't let your grown-up and harried life get in the way of that pleasure." College was like being a waiter for the feast of ideas or a dog being fed table scraps.


"Our editors have free access to the Yale faculty, the library and its archives, and visiting lecturers." So you have a library card, whoop-dee-doo


"Each issue will reward you with epiphanies not unlike those you experienced in your favorite professor's classroom." My professor only gave us off topic anecdotes.