Portrait of John Cage from The Artist Project

Happy anniversary to my wife Lisa

Happy anniversary to my wife Lisa

Love, Peter

Portfolio of 10 Playwright Portraits

Julia Jarcho

Nick Jones

Cynthia Hopkins 

 Lemon Anderson

 Elizabeth Swados

Tony Kushner

 Dael Orlandersmith

 Maria Fornes

 Neil LaBute

David Greenspan

The Playwright Sibyl Kempson, Abrons Art Center, 2015

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The Playwright Sibyl Kempson, Abrons Art Center, 2015

actress Sarah Willis

dog Rey Williams

7 Daughters of Eve Thtr. & Perf. Co
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LET US NOW PRAISE SUSAN SONTAG

Writing/Direction: Sibyl Kempson

Cast: Rolls Andre, Becca Blackwell, Eleanor Hutchins, Robert Johanson, Lavish Miller,Gavin Price, Tanya Selvaratnam, Amanda Villalobos, Sarah Willis

Band: Ellery Royston & Johnny Gasper, Music: Ashley Turba, Stage Management: Eryk Aughenbaugh, Dramaturgy: Jody McAuliffe, Eryk Aughenbaugh, Choreography: David Neumann,  Set & Costumes: Suzanne Bocanegra, Sound Designer: Ellery Royston, Lighting: Sarah Lurie,  Construction: Brendan Regimbal, Laurena Allan, Producer: Meredith Boggia

Film hand-developed by photographer/Photograph taken with Hasselblad film camera.

Hi, Peter -

This looks great. One correction: Rey's name (the dog) is spelled Rey. Rey Williams. Not Ray. Thank you!

Here's the quote (from the character Tory played by Eleanor Hutchins):

"This never happened to me. And yet at the same time

I remember it! … and I get there, or here? and it’s all marble,

and it’s crumbling down.

It’s a huge monument,

of some kind, and with big pieces and it’s like. Really intimidating.

BIG pieces.

And two things happened to me there.

#1.) I came to know God.

#2.) I came to no god."

If you need a shorter one, you can use:

"And two things happened to me there.

#1.) I came to know God.

#2.) I came to no god."

Thank you!

Best of luck with it!

Sibyl Kempson

Playwright, Teacher, Artistic Director

She/her/hers

Under the Waterfall, Glacier National Park

Under the Waterfall, Glacier National Park

Mushrooms on the Forest Floor

              

Mushrooms on the Forest Floor

Canada

The Snails in Zion

The Snails in Zion National Park, Utah

Revelation at St. Mary Pass, Glacier National Park

The Playwright Horton Foote

The Playwright Horton Foote 

pswb©2015

A COFFIN IN EGYPT

by

HORTON FOOTE

MYRTLE

I’m older by twenty years than the mulatto, Maude Jenkins,

but I’ve outlived so many, I might outlive her. Who will

come to her funeral? There will be lots of Jenkins there,

because they are still thick in the country and the blacks

will come from everywhere from all the bottoms and the

prairies, out of curiosity if nothing else.

(a pause)

And I’d like to go just to get a look at her after all these

years. But I couldn’t, of course, even if I was still alive

then.

(a pause)

“The Angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a

man that’s wakened out of his sleep.”

(a pause)

“The Angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a

man that’s wakened out of his sleep.”

(a pause)

What was the name of Mr. Frohman’s theater? The Empire.

It was across the street from the Metropolitan Opera House.

They’re both torn down I read somewhere. I attended them

both. Many times. I loved New York. I loved Paris. I

loved Algiers. I loved Rome. I loved...Egypt. Not, Egypt,

Texas, but Egypt. Egypt...Magic, Egypt. I used to tell

Hunter that when I died I wanted to be cremated and have my

ashes taken to one of the beautiful places I’d known as a

young woman. But now, I don’t care. Who is there left to

take my ashes anywhere? Anyway, they have a place for my

body between Hunter’s grave and my two girls and that’s where

I’ll end. In a coffin in Egypt. This Egypt. Out on the

prairie. And in the spring our graves will be covered with

the wildflowers, with primroses and Indian blankets and blue

bonnets.

The Playwright Sheila Callaghan

                          The Playwright Sheila Callaghan