Tonight I saw Dacha's The Seagull.
I have only read the play. Once. I found it hard to make out sometimes how the characters were oriented toward each other -- or even themselves. So to see the characters fully embodied was a joy and a thrill.
So that's how it started for Nina and Trigorin! So that's how it ended for Masha and Medvedenko! So that's what happens while mom is bandaging son's head! Fire! Ice! Blood! What had been obtuse was made sharp, sharp, sharp.
Photo of the set from dress rehearsal at intermission.
Originally published in modified form on my Facebook page on Sept…