I have finished designing and building a set for the play "going to st. Ives". this was an exhausting all consuming venture. when it was finished I felt so proud, so high. then opening night came and was canceled becouse the actors wern't ready. as I watched the actors stuggle through thier lines, still on book, and cringed at the sound design comming way to loud from the speakers, I felt a true sense of defeat. a sense of fooling my self into beleaving I had accomplished some grand work of art, and that I had tricked myself agian into thinking that my life would now change for the better.
the critcs will hate everything. the reveiws will be so bad no one, not even close friends will come. I could have done so much better. these are the things I tell myself.
Luckily I know the truth lies somewere inbetween. It is my first go at set design. it has some problems but it also has some very strong points. The actors are very talented and are very engadgeing. if only someone would just kill that god damn bird chirping from the speakers. bird flue whare are you when I need you.