Dress Rehearsal

Dear reader, let me share with you a couple of pictures taken during our dress rehearsal - one day before the play - in our rehearsal room.

(The pictures of the play are coming... soon!)

Photos by Jorge Stamatio.

"Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" by Tom Stoppard.
Act I, Scene 1.
Two Elizabethans passing the time in a place with no visible character. ...

Guil sits.

Guil spins. Ros studies coin.

- What is your line?
- Tragedy, Madame. Death and disclosure, universal and particular...

We can do you rape, or rapiers, or both by all means.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt"

"To be or not to be"

- Shouldn't we be doing something constructive?
-What did you have in mind? A short blunt human pyramid?

We could play at questions.

My honored lord!

Now mind your tongue, or we'll have it out and throw the rest of you away, like a nightingale at a Roman feast.

Do you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it?

Nor do I really, it's silly to be depressed by it.

-Is that all they can do, die?
- Oh no, they kill beautifully.

Death followed by eternity... The worst of both worlds. It is a terrible thought.

The body is with the King, but the King is not with the body, the King is a thing...

We're on a boat.

But no one gets up after death, there's no applause, there's only silence and some second-hand clothes and that's death.

"The sight is dismal."

Our obvious joy at the end of the dress rehearsal - WE DID IT!