And then it was over...
I can't help but be sad at the end of another opera season. It seems amazing that less than 24 hours ago, there was a performance going on, the end of a long weekend and an amazing amount of activity.
And now many have already left town and the rooms that were just yesterday bustling with activity, are quiet. So inside my gut there is a slightly empty feeling, knowing that tomorrow there won't be something else on our stage.
But on the other hand...
I'm tired. It's been a tough year and a half and the culmination of the activity was not the sense of joy and relief that I had anticipated. It was coupled with complaints and negativity and frankly I'm just over it.
When you work hard on a project and see it to its end, you expect a certain amount of validation and gratitude at the end. When it doesn't come, it is pretty deflating.
I'm looking forward to making art again, some time soon. But first I need a few good nights of sleep.
And now many have already left town and the rooms that were just yesterday bustling with activity, are quiet. So inside my gut there is a slightly empty feeling, knowing that tomorrow there won't be something else on our stage.
But on the other hand...
I'm tired. It's been a tough year and a half and the culmination of the activity was not the sense of joy and relief that I had anticipated. It was coupled with complaints and negativity and frankly I'm just over it.
When you work hard on a project and see it to its end, you expect a certain amount of validation and gratitude at the end. When it doesn't come, it is pretty deflating.
I'm looking forward to making art again, some time soon. But first I need a few good nights of sleep.
posted by Rich Russell at
9:59 PM
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