kristy bowen | writer & book artist

After a few days of heavy fog coming in off the lake, we have stumbled unwittingly into something like spring this week.  This means windows are open, the sun is out,  and I may even forgo a winter coat for tonight's theater outing.  It's Chekhov this time, The Seagull,   in a tiny storefront theater up here in the neighborhood. We did get to see a rather amazing production of Hedda Gabler last week, a little Ibsen for our recent string of Strindberg, which felt fitting. The lead actress possessed just the right amount of attraction/repulsion the character really needs. It was something I read in college and grad school, but never saw live. Later this week, we have tickets for Hamilton downtown, which admittedly was a show I was hesitant on for the past decade, not really thinking it'd be that appealing subject-matter wise, but seeing the pro shot version last summer changed my mind completely and now I'm a little obsessed with the soundtrack and listen to it often....