I'm a surrealist, which I suppose is why I belong in the fanciful world of musical theatre. Kitchen sink naturalism has never felt especially realistic to me because it only portrays the external life, while so much of my existence is internal. My interior landscape looks like a Magritte, a Dali, a Chagall. I've always felt vaguely disappointed that the everyday world doesn't look like an MGM musical.
While this feels like it's right out of a Cocteau film, it's actually a 1939 photograph by George Platt Lynes of Polish dancer Yurek Shabelevsky
|"The Abandoned Theatre" Dan Ohlmann|
This isn't a digital collage, but a photograph of a miniature theatre with the artist's hand for reference.For me, it captures the power and responsibility of writing for the theater.
The first Broadway musical I saw was THE WIZ in 1975. Geoffrey Holder's imaginative design and direction captured my imagination and never let go. The Cyclone (above) was played by a woman with fabric unraveling from her turban.