The play closes today. It's been a bittersweet experience that challenged a lot of my ideas and my ability. Still, every play is a learning experience. It's true that you learn more from the challenging ones than the ones that fly off into perfection. The ladies and the crew have been delightful to work with. So many of them so very new to the theatre, their discovery, their anxiety, their dedication reminded me of just how exciting a play can be.

It is time for a break though. Time for me to put my script, my light plots, and the fabric away and rest that part of my brain for awhile. Art is a peculiar thing. Both something that feeds and needs to be fed. I spread it out over a lot of different mediums, picking up one and putting down another. Each one taking up a different part of myself, all of them flowing together in one way or another. A phrase of the play inspires a poem. A photograph inspiring a stage picture I had not previously imagined.

In the end, the bottom line, is that I must be doing something. But it's time to put theatre down for a month or two and pick up something else. So that when I return to the page and the boards, it is with eagerness rather than weariness and with joy rather than obligation.