Play after play.
Sculptor for hire.
This play has past like idea which was written 28.03.2012. I also tried to wrote it few months ago, but it wasn’t suitable for text with such miracle. Now in the end of the year, it’s more proper time for it.
I consciously avoided all dialogues about contemporary art. I have for it another story, not with sculptor. I tried to use recognizable plot with creator who fells in love with own creation. It never happened with words, as far as I know.
In this story I used few self-made art-objects.
First and most unusual from them is spiral stairs to nowhere. Who could remember, few plays before I used this type of stairs. It was only once, when I searched for real apartment to describe what I need to show. It was not very smart.
I checked that house was took down from the sales years ago, but still photos are on the site. Of course, I changed interior a bit. (Used screen shot as inspiration for drawing, plan of the house I didn’t repeat). I was just obsessed with that stairs and did what I did.
I described house which I liked as a place where to put corpse from my story. Than I cremated it and returned with funeral repast, again without thinking of disturbing owner of the house. Just a miracle stopped me to scatter ashes of character near the house. It was all in creative obscurity.
My madness didn’t finish, for this story I needed a ladder. Not found what I search, created own, about it later. I visited sites of miniaturists, they all propose stairs from wood and suddenly I found this.
Stairs of my dreams. Stairs which I looked for, asking in every possible ways to search machine. If I found them before I would never invaded house, no matter how I admire it at first glance.
Owners of property now could be calm, I downloaded few books and will try to create interiors by my own. I still feel awkward after I realized what I did.
Dear owner of the house, if you recognize it, know, I’m deeply sorry. I didn’t think twice or even once. I thought only that I found what I dreamed. I really was sure that house was changed during repair by new owners. What I found 17th of December gave me idea how awfully wrong I was.
Sorry, again about my incorrect behaviour, as apology please receive this sorry-snowflake.
To prevent future misunderstandings angels and stars are on the snowflake.
For all artists who doesn’t want to feel ashamed, like me, I add photos step by step how I did this stairs. Now you don’t disturb anyone with your imagination.
Paintings which I paint, all have names, but the same as with red snowflakes, it was my joke.
For marble sculpture I chose a volunteer from my wooden dolls. Yes, it was two different, who played Teo. I made him using modelling clay. Here is how it was created.
Sculpture I created also from modelling clay. Eyes for dolls I bought before, for animals from clay. I wanted to make something to stress that she is creator and in my mind emerged this image. “Where is Abel?” Eyes, which create question mark.
I thought it will be great final scene. But I didn’t put this sculpture in the text. I left this decision to theatre director which will count here.
If story is recognizable I made a little bit cliché characters. Rich woman, who understand nothing in art, but it’s popular, so she spends money. Owner of gallery, who never is despondent and could sold everything to everyone. She has troubles with men, weight, money, but she will survive.
Artist is out of world, dreamer. She can create and believe in miracle. At first draft she has to have cold with temperature, which helps her to imagine talks with sculpture. In final story she has injured knee. It’s my fault again. During writing I injured my knee, nothing terrible. But it was hot few days, I can’t walk, had anti-fever medicine and can’t sleep because pain was unstoppable. And yes, when I first time walked by the stairs I thought that I feel as I climb Everest in stilettos. I couldn’t lost such phrase.
In play there is another ladder.
I very roughly described work of sculptor, because I need as result miracle, not day by day year of sculptor’s work. Marble is difficult material, so character became hugely talented in everything. Creating of any art is hard work, but for audience it’s more enjoyable see the sketch and in few minutes – finished product.
During researching I saw a lot of sculptures modern and classic.
(Stupid was that every time I need to confirm that I am 18 years old to visit some sites. I put mark, not showed ID. If they were such puritans with advertisements which you have to watch before downloading, when sound is on, they really scream a lot, louder than radio. Just my mark about “internet security”.)
About most of modern sculptures I asked myself: why, what all this works? Were also sculptures which I liked, which are connected with my thoughts and feelings. Like example: Lorenzo Quinn “Would you catch me if I fall?”
I didn’t used special tools because they are too big for my dolls. I put them on the poster, bought them few years ago, when one of many art shops sold out.
I read and saw few books about sculpture. Like in every art I read about problems of not appreciation of mass audience. I also didn’t use this, no matter how I wanted. Main idea was create a miracle and everything what could make text real I refused.
Art is timeless, like miracles, if we permit it in our lives.
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