We are about four weeks into rehearsals for this masterpiece. The actors are learning their lines diligently. The set, lighting, and props folks are all assembling materials and supplies as they prepare for the day we will transform Memorial Hall into a hardscrabble tenant farm carved out of the rocky terrain of the unforgiving Connecticut countryside in 1923.
I never cease to be amazed at the dedication actors show. Here is a group of people who are working very hard together to create something that transcends the banality of everyday life – that soars toward genuine art. They are not getting paid, but you’d think they were earning fat paychecks, given their work ethic.
What I love most is watching actors assimilate the words on the page and take in the direction, and transform from Kevin Cahoon and Lauren Patterson and Frank Kehoe and Devon Ewalt and Ethan Alsruhe into Mike Hogan and Josie Hogan and Phil Hogan and Jim Tyrone and T. Stedman Harder – full-fledged, believable characters that get richer and more complex with each rehearsal. And when you have a play as sensitive, as hilarious, and as sad as A Moon for the Misbegotten is, the potential to create something very special for the audience gets more attainable every day. We are working toward that day when audience members file into the hall and, instead of watching a play, they will become immersed in an unforgettable, profound, and beautiful experience.