The Devil is In

Details, details, details...

It seems there's nothing more. There is something strangely soothing about that fact, but also so exasperating, as I seem to enjoy the big esoteric though process so much more. But, the details are what makes meaning, or so it seems right now.

So, we buy rubber matting, bulbs, poster boards, bottles of water and we worry about timing and scale and height and light.

I think that this has officially become WORK, though I'm not entirely sure what that means.

Yay! We've got promotional materials!

And, a website!

Good Work is Hard Work

Emmy (collaborator extrordanaire) and I had a moment today of stopping, sweating, and saying "This is hard. What we are trying to do here is hard. We're hardly inventing the wheel, but there aren't a lot of blueprints for the work we're trying to do, and that makes it extra hard to get it done and feel confident in the progress.

I imagine that many artists, no matter what they're trying to accomplish, have these moments of self doubt. It is our nature to be in constant states of existential crisis I think. I do, however, wish that we could find ways to nurture ourselves through this part of the work.

Our best approach is to push on, try our best, and make sure to take a dip in the river after a long rehearsal day in 95 degree weather.