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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Happy anniversary to my wife Lisa

Happy anniversary to my wife Lisa

Love, Peter

Monday, October 26, 2015

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

Monday, October 12, 2015

The Playwright Sibyl Kempson, Abrons Art Center, 2015

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The Playwright Sibyl Kempson, Abrons Art Center, 2015
actress Sarah Willis
dog Ray Williams

7 Daughters of Eve Thtr. & Perf. Co
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.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Friday, October 2, 2015

The Playwright Horton Foote

The Playwright Horton Foote 


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
(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

Thursday, October 1, 2015