bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- move where no one knows me. my feet are cold. i, like the smarty pants girl i is, for whatever reason, thought it would be a good idea to store my only pair of boots under my desk at work. so to unbury the shark, i only had my burgundy docs which aren't tall. i did bring along a dry pair of sneakers so my feet are no longer wet. just cold. must remember to bring boots home. i had a meeting saturday morning with steven and the costume designer and teh puppet lady (i'll get back to her, i'm sure) about the show we're doing at gunston in a few months. steven originally conceived the show in these huge, monolithic ideas that involved projections and television and sand and magic pssages under the set (in a room where the clearence to the light grid is only 11'6", and when you ad lights, that's at least a foot less, so really, 10'. i came away from that meeting (back in november) scared, really. and then steven kinda reigned in his ideas and it began to all happen on a boat with jewish immigrants using peices of this boat to teach this kid a story and it made sense and it was kinda sweet. now, puppet lady is taking over and neither she nor the costume designer understand HOW LITTLE SPACE there is in this room. and then things were getting out of hand with those two coming up with stuff and i said well, let's do away with all of this (meaning my set design) and steven was taken aback, and i didn't think i was even that huffy about it, but he claims i had a snit, where i'm usually "his little ray of positivity". which on the last show i was. because i had to be. i was the set designer, technical director and scenic artist. and prop person for a lot of it too. i just don't want people to come up with shit and then all of a sudden, it's the set's problem and i don't have space or money to handle things. there are certain things i can't work around; the width of fire exits, the depth of seating units *can not* be shorted. that's the way it is. and then ryan asked me why i was so mean to him yesterday. maybe i am getting mean. i dunno. maybe i made a mistake. maybe i shouldn't have moved to penn branch. i should have sold all of my crap and moved to the west coast for no good reason other then i've never been there before and no one knows me. 12:03 p.m. - 2004-01-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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