|photo credit: Carol Rosegg|
|photo credit: Sara Krulwich|
Just thinking of the gorgeous images makes me long to see the show again right away. The differences in situation when the characters are standing in lines; the tableaux when finishing or beginning a new chapter in the life cycle of God of Vengeance; the subtle projections that let us know time and place, plus they give us a 'stitch in time' pause, where we can all breathe and expand and process what's happening. And also thinking of how the horrors in this play can easily become horrors again now terrified me. I don't know. I really just did have a very visceral response to the piece. I guess you never know how something is going to affect you. I did worry, before the show started, that the play wouldn't seem as magical on a second viewing. I was so wrong. There were times my heart pounded in anticipation, because I knew what was coming, but I was still astounded at how the pieces fit together so movingly. There were gasps in the audience when the pieces fell together for them, which was also moving to me. And the thought that there was once a play that changed people's lives, that comforted people during their most traumatic and horrifying times of life, is life-affirming. And full-circle, too, I guess. If not now, in these times of rage and horror, then when else can theater save us? Maybe I'm going overboard with my love for Indecent, but it's all true. It's all there. And even though I've rattled on, I still feel as if I can't really talk about the depths of how it affected me. But I can't wait to get back there to see if I can find a way to share the feelings. Please, you go, too. Help me figure it out.