I think my mother wanted one of her eight children to become an artist like her nephew, my cousin, Jerry Vallez, a very good and successful painter and illustrator. To this end she enrolled me in various art classes, outside of school.<\/p>\n
\nOne of these was a pastel class with Mrs. Adair Williams. The classes took place in the basement of her split-level home. It was full of easels facing a wall of sliding glass doors that opened on to her beautiful garden full of irises. These were our subjects.<\/p>\n
Almost 20 years later, while doing \u201cSunday in the Park With George\u201d, I got to talking with Paul Ford, the rehearsal pianist. We discovered that we both grew up in Atlanta, in the same neighborhood, and we both took art classes with Adair Williams. Small world!<\/p>\n
Another class, when I was even younger, was more arts and crafts. We would make plaster casts in the sandy beach of a nearby lake and then paint them \u2013 that sort of thing. The final project was making hand puppets out of sawdust clay and paint. They were simple puppets \u2013 just a head with fabric attached around the \u201cneck\u201d to hide the puppeteer\u2019s hand. My puppet was the short-nosed elephant from \u201cThe Elephant\u2019s Child\u201d, also known as \u201cHow the Elephant Got Its Trunk\u201d, one of Rudyard Kipling\u2019s Just So Stories. On the last day we put on a show for parents and families.<\/p>\n
My character was a very curious elephant who asked a lot of questions and got spanked every time he did. Finally he wanted to know what the crocodile ate for dinner. The Kolokolo Bird sent him down to the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees, to ask the crocodile. In our version the crocodile lured me closer and then grabbed my short nose in his snout. After a long struggle we went down below the surface of the river. That\u2019s when I switched places with the kid playing the long-trunked elephant and I was done until the bows. This was my very first theatrical experience.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s funny, as I recalled the story for this blog, I didn\u2019t remember the audience or the applause that must have followed the show. What I did remember was the process of making the puppets and rehearsing the elephant transfer below the line-of-sight of the audience \u2013 all the backstage stuff. This was probably an early sign that I was meant for the technical side of theater.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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