I went to some play-actin’ last night. This one, specifically, which wasn’t entirely a play but was more than a monologue — “The Troublemakers,” about Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo’s sojourn in Detroit, while Rivera painted the murals at the Detroit Institute of Arts.
My takeaway was that little changes. Rich people seek out artists and vice versa. The former puts up with the latter’s insults — Frida, pretending ignorance of English, would tell the Grosse Pointe matrons throwing tea parties in her honor, “I shit on you” — and the latter turns up at those parties in exchange for patronage. The piece’s high points — the pair’s arrival, Frida’s wrenching miscarriage, the debut of the murals — were the tentpoles that carried the narrative through.
Some folks I know were in it. Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday night.
But now I have little bloggage. Nope. Now I have no bloggage. Got any to share?