I Think Of The New

I Am The Same Artist With The Same Nagging Questions I Had In My Early 20's. What's Real And What Isn't? How Do We Tell What's Real In Our Lives? How Do We See Things As They Are? What Is My Role In Life? If The Signature Hadn't Forced The Issue By Devoting Its Season To My Plays, I Could At Least Believe I Had Changed. Really, They're All The Same! What Is Six Degrees Of Separation But The House Of Blue Leaves With Money?

Does Any Art Have A Practical Value? People Love To Talk About How Expensive A Painting Is. That's The Only Way We Can Talk About Paintings In This Century.

I Think A Playwright Must Be His Own Dramaturg.

People Rewrite The Play So Much To Make It Palatable To The Audience, To Make Something Clear, That They Just Deaden It. Like It Was Left It In The Oven Too Long.

Sometimes You Have To Protect The Life Of The Play. It Seems Like Spelling Out Mysterious, Musical Details Can Destroy A Play By Making The Motivations Too Clear, Too Simplex.