theatre
I remember a backdrop of a brick wall I painted for a play. I painted each red brick in by hand. Afterwards it occurred to me that I could have just painted the whole thing red and put in the white lines.
I Remember (New York: Granary Books, 2001), 28.
On Broadway, only the fire doors separate you from the sidewalk and you’re lucky if the sound of a police car doesn’t rip the envelope twice a night.
“Tom Stoppard, The Art of Theater No. 7,” in The Paris Review, Winter 1988, No. 109.