Powerful bonds and fast friendships get formed all the time when you’re working in the theatre. There’s an intimacy in the work that sometimes transcends and envelops the work that needs to be experienced to really understand. It doesn’t happen all the time or on every show. Sometimes it’s just a job. But when it does you treasure it, because you know it’s rare.
Our recent production of The Lehman Trilogy was one on the rare ones. And so was the bond that formed.
This past weekend, the three marvelous actors, Michael Gravois, Kevar Maffitt and John Maness, along with his wife Ashley, journeyed north from Memphis to visit me in Chicago. It was a complete and total surprise, aided in no small part by my lovely wife, Thomasin. I mean they got me. Surprise successful. Emotional in every sense of the word. But then, they’ve been surprising me ever since rehearsals began. It was a magical weekend reunion of a magical moment in all of our lives.
Of the many weekend highlights was Michael bestowing a beautiful gift to each of us. Michael is not just an incredibily talented actor, but also a gifted mosaic artist. I’m still finding it difficult to put into words the my experience during this show, so I’m going to excerpt and quote from Michael for the rest of this story:
They may stand independently, but they belong together.
…the week after the Lehman Trilogy closed, I was feeling very melancholy. I began the process as ONE person. One singular person. But over the course of our rehearsals, especially during the week of the snowstorm, a time when the city shut down, four singular individuals decided to brave the elements in order to tame this beast of a show, and I no longer felt like one singular person. I felt like ONE in the plural sense. It was as if we were meant to be together. During the run of the show I felt like a cog in the machine and like the machine itself, both at the same time. We breathed together. We moved together. We thought together. And make no mistake, there WERE FOUR people on that stage. At no time was Warner not with us, even though he was miles away, even though the audience couldn’t see him. For the rest of our lives, no matter where we are on this planet, we may exist as four singular individuals, but at one time we were meant to be together. So I was thinking about this concept of singular and plural oneness, when I remembered this mosaic that I made over twenty years ago. It’s been sitting in my garage all these years, waiting to be framed. I made it with the intention of selling it as ONE mosaic. It was four mosaics, but it was meant to be together.
…we’ll know that at one time, it was intended to be part of ONE group. And this will always be true. As long as these mosaics exist, even after we die, people will look at them as singular mosaics. But somewhere on this planet, three other mosaics will be out there, forever connected to it.
It’s a beautiful gift, a beautiful memory, and a beautiful bond.
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