Camilla and I met at Taste, but she went back to her dorm for another three hours of sleep while I worked on a page in my sketchbook at Sara's. We met for lunch and a walk, and then went to a rehearsal of Camus' Caligula. Camilla has a commission to do a 4 x 5 foot portrait of the lead actor, who has a deliciously Baroque face.
The director, Matteo, is a limber, labile Italian man who cajoled and kidded his motley cast into ever more melodrama. We enjoyed watching him slam into the wall repeatedly, while the several members of his cast who were supposed to use that technique to express frustration hung back and were tepidly British. I imagine he will get them to emote, eventually. Some of the actors are mediocre and some are good but with realistic emotions. The kid who plays Caligula is a master of melodrama. He managed to laugh, cry, sneer, philosophize, be terrified, and didactic several times in the course of each monologue. Afterwards, he ate a custard-filled doughnut.
In the evening, Camilla and I tacked through the misty Medieval streets with the canvas tugging in the breeze.
The director, Matteo, is a limber, labile Italian man who cajoled and kidded his motley cast into ever more melodrama. We enjoyed watching him slam into the wall repeatedly, while the several members of his cast who were supposed to use that technique to express frustration hung back and were tepidly British. I imagine he will get them to emote, eventually. Some of the actors are mediocre and some are good but with realistic emotions. The kid who plays Caligula is a master of melodrama. He managed to laugh, cry, sneer, philosophize, be terrified, and didactic several times in the course of each monologue. Afterwards, he ate a custard-filled doughnut.
In the evening, Camilla and I tacked through the misty Medieval streets with the canvas tugging in the breeze.
Latin poem about the good old days, watercolor on paper that wasn't meant for it.
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