Bonnard and off Broadway...

The night was ever as good as I thought it would be. The Production was off-Broadway and so done on a shoestring. On-stage costume changes and actors playing multiple characters and a three person cast. I love being AT the theater and since I am enjoined from attending as often as I would like by a lack of funds, sometimes I cannot tell if I really like the play or not. I am so delighted to just BE there in that atmosphere.

But it did send Me straight away to find out more about Bonnard and I found something absolutely delightful. It's an epigraph from the painter himself about his craft and I think I will adopt it. For a while anyway, nothing could ever replace My mantra, "without change there could never be butterflies." I know, I know.. get to it.. here it is;

"There is a formula that perfectly fits painting: lots of little lies for the sake of one big truth." Pierre Bonnard

Now certain everyone can see that tiny thought yanked from his philandering mind fits more than just painting. But since this philandering scoundrel piqued My interest and as I was looking for more information on him, I discovered that he DIED on My birthday. Wow.

MOMA has some of his work so now that it going to set off another cultural junket. I must now go to the Museum and sit and stare at his work.

I think I would like to get a framed print of this one. I like it because of the pot of ink and the writer sitting off on the balcony staring out at the city below. That would be Me.... procrastinating picking up the pen. I need to own that one. lol

The play slipped in and out of French, Italian and a little Portuguese which bothered Charles because while I was blissfully ignorant of their mistakes My multi-linguistic husband picked up on mistakes. I have to wonder since this was the closing night for the run of the play in New York city where there are so many critics how it came to be that no one corrected either the actors or the playwright/director.

After the play we wandered down the street in the cold and I felt drawn to this little restaurant and it was a hit. I had this wonderful Duck in a Cassis sauce and Charles had veal. I'm not sure if He really LIKES veal or if he just eats it to piss Me off. Eating veal is RIGHT up there with wearing fur in My list of no nos. Regardless of His food choice both had great food and we ordered strawberry shortcake to share for desert and were immediately sorry We chose to share it. It was a sort of fresh strawberry mousse over ubersoft white cake and covered generously with delicious fresh strawberries. As We were gobbling it up We looked up and grinned at each other.. saying in Unison....

LIFE IS GOOD!