All of it's golden, my body is floating, I'm still alive
Happy solstice!
spatch and I celebrated the longest stretch of the year's light with the third-to-last night of Theatre@First's The Tempest, the farewell production of its longtime artistic director. Their lion-bronze Caliban stood laughing, in his hands the staff the island's magic had brought him in pieces, by right, made whole. In, summer!
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Thank you! We certainly have no shortage of sun for it.
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Thank you! Hooray for axial tilt!
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Thank you! It was accidental—the one night we could make the show—but great.
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Thank you! Their Ariel and Caliban, who are my standards for a production, were superb. The former was more sea-spirit than air elemental, in blue-ribboned slops, with shell-like fins behind his ears and strings of pearls in his red hair. Freed, he did not dart or dance; he knocked past Prospero's gesture of parting and walked straight down the hill without looking back.
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May the sun have been kind to you!
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Yes! Trinculo's totally bro-ish "Swum ashore, man!" And the fact that the King of Naples (one of the few actors in this production I knew, coming in) could be heard no problem over the flight path and the winds in the trees.
And all the fairies, which seemed to me straight out of an Edwardian Arts and Crafts movement production but updated to 2025, were great fun.
That is an excellent way of describing them. I loved especially the green-leafed one and the one in blug-shag waves.
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Thank you!