I was talking to a friend recently about an amateur drama production I was in years ago. I thought about the stage props and how much time and effort we put in to things. I thought about rehearsals and who was in the play.
We had a great time, a few conflicts which we learned heaps from and then, finally, a great run of performances. That may be about all that was ever heard about that script. People came. They sat and enjoyed and left. What do they remember? Probably only those of us who were in it remember much at all. I think it had something to do with hell.
We spoke much about the arts and the fact that our college was not funding us. They paid for sports teams and travel to tournaments, but not our efforts to communicate through drama.
Age old argument as to how to allocate funding within society and whether arts are essential or a luxury.
The man who wrote and directed the play had grown up in Southern Rhodesia, which later became Rhodesia and then Zimbabwe. Our writer and director died this week. He'd gone back to his beloved Africa and instead of coming home to the US for treatment, choosing to die in Zimbabwe so he can be buried there. Possibly a dramatic ending to a creative life
We had a great time, a few conflicts which we learned heaps from and then, finally, a great run of performances. That may be about all that was ever heard about that script. People came. They sat and enjoyed and left. What do they remember? Probably only those of us who were in it remember much at all. I think it had something to do with hell.
We spoke much about the arts and the fact that our college was not funding us. They paid for sports teams and travel to tournaments, but not our efforts to communicate through drama.
Age old argument as to how to allocate funding within society and whether arts are essential or a luxury.
The man who wrote and directed the play had grown up in Southern Rhodesia, which later became Rhodesia and then Zimbabwe. Our writer and director died this week. He'd gone back to his beloved Africa and instead of coming home to the US for treatment, choosing to die in Zimbabwe so he can be buried there. Possibly a dramatic ending to a creative life
"Art is not made for museums - it's made to be part of people's lives,"
says Hamish Keith, iconic Kiwi arts commentator. Self proclaimed "Cultural odd job man."
Danny Pruett was too.
says Hamish Keith, iconic Kiwi arts commentator. Self proclaimed "Cultural odd job man."
Danny Pruett was too.
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