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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The changing costumes of our lives

Costumes imprinted, 6 by 8 watercolor, 140# d'Arches paper
Changing costumes.
I've witnessed  a lot of that this week, both in rehearsals for the OKC Gridiron show this week, and in Reduxion Theatre's production of Shakespeare's "As You Like It" over the weekend.
Actors and people acting out roles, changing costumes from one role to the other echoed Shakespeare's immortal words in that play, "All the world's a stage...and one man in his time plays many parts."
We are people of many costumes and roles in our lives, some of which change slowly, and others seem to be assumed overnight. Many we are not aware of, and others bespeak of our ego efforts. All bespeak different scripts in our lives. Can you count your costumes? I'm not sure I can.
Most of our "natural" costumes and our roles rise out of our scene settings and roles. Adam came from the earth and much of our roles and costumes are deeply ingrained with our beginnings. Even when we change costumes and roles, and play multiple parts simultaneously, deep down, there is still that imprint of character we cannot escape.
Tonight, after rehearsal and changing costumes and roles and returning to another, I found this painting inside me--a costume and role imbedded in Oklahoma.

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