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Painting Stage Sets in a Big Theater — World Headquarters of Me pg212
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
Woodminster Amphitheater was where I discovered how fast I could paint miles of scenery in show after show. There wasn’t much of a choice. No theater company will postpone opening night to accommodate a careful, methodical scenic artist. They won’t rewrite a script to explain the presence of a mysterious painter behind the chorus line, either. I wasn’t crazy about working twenty-hour shifts into the wee hours (non-union theaters are notoriously short-handed), so I simply got crazy good at layering on gallons of color with large sponges at high speeds. — From Chapter 11
The goal I set for this long, cold, lonesome winter in the Catskills during these (hopefully!) final months of a global pandemic was to post an image, the corresponding passage from my book, and a short anecdote every day. This is day 110. I’m kind of amazed at this achievement of self discipline as days melt and freeze together. There are sixty-odd pictures still to go.
Last year my goal was to indie publish two versions of my memoir. The black & white quality paperback version of The Incompetent Psychic came out in the fall. I also finished and formatted a full-color version of all these pictures interwoven…
