Showing posts with label David Lane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Lane. Show all posts

Friday, April 19, 2013

Rather than reproduce comments already on My Blog, as I inventively titled postings of 'all the goss from a writer's life' back in 2006 when bloggers were rare as natterjacks, I intend to make this a collection of interesting snippets from online and offline sources. This is playwright David Lane on the craft of drama and dramaturgy:
"You walk into the Tate Modern with a certain set of interpretive tools: are these tools the same ones you expect to take into a theatre? What do you expect from an art gallery in terms of meaning, and how is that different to what you expect when you walk into a theatre? Why? 
One of the tasks I recently gave writers was to adapt a Picasso painting. What would it look like if it were a play? What happens to character and place and time and structure? We were looking at later Picasso…cubist, refracted images…
Why can’t we write a play like that? Why do most plays look like photos not Picasso paintings?"
It's an interesting question, so I've set myself to write a ten minute play that looks like this image.

The rest of David's talk is on Hanna Silva's blog.