I wandered through an exhibit featuring the work of photographer Robert Frank at the Metropolitan Museum in October 2009 (“Looking In: Robert Frank’s The Americans“) and found some words to live by on almost every exhibit wall. Printed words and projected images. These words came early in the exhibit:
“I am always looking outside, trying to look inside, trying to say something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what’s out there. And what’s out there is constantly changing.” (Robert Frank, 1985)
I don’t know what is true, but occasionally I’m taken out of my judgmental reverie to revel in the simple play of light across painted surface and the chance reflection of a long owned print. Or ponder the meaning in a play I am reading or a photograph I am viewing And I attempt to say something for that moment that might be true.
So, I will indulge here in general dramaturgical musings about my own work and the work of others. My theatre reviews and musings on specific performance events are located on my original blog urban excavations.