I have just closed the doors on a performance of Anton Chekov's The Three Sisters and I am feeling relief like never before, as though an oversized elephant has been removed from its balancing act on my head, yet at the same time reflective and melancholic. It's over! You can't bottle up the magic of theatre, its so enchanting and fleeting, in that it will never exist again, except in the ether of that very stage. And it's what we live for, to capture again and again. The feeling is hypnotic. This collection of photo's I found in various internet webs are somewhat reminiscent of that world.
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