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I'm about to drive off to Maine to get my teeth taken care of - accompanied today by Aaron Baker, Ian W. Hill's Hamlet actor and friend for 24 years, who was going to New Hampshire near I-95 himself and could use a lift.
Rehearsal last night until 10.30 pm, then work at The Brick. Got home at midnight.
Only rehearsed Act I - getting late, and it didn't feel worth it to keep everyone especially late. Scattered energies (including my own, I guess).
Berit stayed up most of the night working on the postcard for the show so we could send it out today. Here's what we have now:
I'm sure I bore people saying it, but I do have to keep remarking on how amazing it is to me, with this show that I've been considering for 18 years and working on (and least textually, off-and-on) for 15 years, to see ideas I've had bouncing around in my head for so long actually coming to fruition. I had the idea for the design of this card sometime around 1994, and here it is, pretty much as I've always imagined it (except I always saw my head more at an angle, and the fire and text levels are more recent additions to the fantasy).
I don't think Berit has the back done yet, so I'll have some notes for her when she's up about typography. Usually, with something like this, I have the design, Berit accomplishes it with her mad Photoshop skillz, then I go in and do the type layout and processing, as I'm very critical of that -- from 4th to 9th grades, I went to a school with a working print shop where you could take "Print" as an elective; I spent years putting movable type into composing sticks and eventually working my way up to linotype machines.
With this trip north I won't be able to do the type myself, so before I fell asleep I wrote out what info needed to go on the card, and where, and in what typeface (Bank Gothic). Now as I look, it needs some filters on that title there, but I wouldn't know what until I played with it. Something to take away the computer-sharpness a bit. I'll call Berit from the road (she's quite out now) and mention it (if she hasn't read this already).
Okay, Aaron's arrived - we should be out the door soon. Next time in Portland.
Rehearsal last night until 10.30 pm, then work at The Brick. Got home at midnight.
Only rehearsed Act I - getting late, and it didn't feel worth it to keep everyone especially late. Scattered energies (including my own, I guess).
Berit stayed up most of the night working on the postcard for the show so we could send it out today. Here's what we have now:
I'm sure I bore people saying it, but I do have to keep remarking on how amazing it is to me, with this show that I've been considering for 18 years and working on (and least textually, off-and-on) for 15 years, to see ideas I've had bouncing around in my head for so long actually coming to fruition. I had the idea for the design of this card sometime around 1994, and here it is, pretty much as I've always imagined it (except I always saw my head more at an angle, and the fire and text levels are more recent additions to the fantasy).
I don't think Berit has the back done yet, so I'll have some notes for her when she's up about typography. Usually, with something like this, I have the design, Berit accomplishes it with her mad Photoshop skillz, then I go in and do the type layout and processing, as I'm very critical of that -- from 4th to 9th grades, I went to a school with a working print shop where you could take "Print" as an elective; I spent years putting movable type into composing sticks and eventually working my way up to linotype machines.
With this trip north I won't be able to do the type myself, so before I fell asleep I wrote out what info needed to go on the card, and where, and in what typeface (Bank Gothic). Now as I look, it needs some filters on that title there, but I wouldn't know what until I played with it. Something to take away the computer-sharpness a bit. I'll call Berit from the road (she's quite out now) and mention it (if she hasn't read this already).
Okay, Aaron's arrived - we should be out the door soon. Next time in Portland.
