Fertile Ground, Day #9

Gone
A reading at Artists Rep.

Yet another dysfunctional family.  With the twist that this is a apparently happy blended family.  And it takes awhile for the cracks to appear.

The Doctor and the Devil

I wedged myself in the far corner of the last row, hoping to be able to sketch during the play.  But a half-dozen people came in and filled up the row beside me, and I gave up on that idea.

No playwright for this one.  It was a collaborative effort, with the actors (and director) not working from a script, but assembling the play from thin air in the course of rehearsal.    This made for a series of strange but beautiful disjointed scenes.  But not a coherent whole.