artinfiction:

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat (1884) described in Sunday in the Park with George with music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and book by James Lapine.

[The musical is about the painting, it fills in a backstory for people in the picture, people who are somewhat aware they are in a painting. There are two songs sung while the characters are in tableaux, Sunday and It’s Hot Up Here.] 

Sunday

All:

Sunday, by the blue purple yellow red water / On the green purple yellow red grass / Let us pass through our perfect park / Pausing on a Sunday

By the cool blue triangular water / On the soft green elliptical grass / As we pass through arrangements of shadow / Toward the verticals of trees / Forever

By the blue purple yellow red water / On the green orange violet mass of the grass / In our perfect park

George:

Made of flecks of light / And dark / And parasols / Bum bum bum bum bum bum / Bum bum bum

People strolling through the trees / Of a small suburban park / On an island in the river / On an ordinary Sunday / Sunday / Sunday 

It’s Hot Up Here

Dot: It’s hot up here

Yvonne: It’s hot and it’s monotonous

Louise: I want my glasses

Franz: This is not my good profile

Nurse: Nobody can even see my profile

Celeste #1: I hate this dress

Celeste #2: The soldiers have forgotten us

Frieda: The boatman schwitzes

Jules: I am completely out of proportion

Soldier: These helmets weigh a lot on us

Old Lady: This tree is blocking my view

Louise: I can’t see anything

Boatman: Why are they complaining? / It could have been raining

Dot: I hate these people

All: It’s hot up here / A lot up here / It’s hot up here / Forever / A lot of fun / It’s not up here / It’s hot up here / No matter what / There’s not a breath / Of air up here / And they’re up here / Forever / It’s not my fault / I got up here / I’ll rot up here / I am so hot up here

Yvonne: Darling, don’t clutch mother’s hand quite so tightly / Thank you

Celeste #1: It’s hot up here

Frieda: At least you have a parasol

Soldier, Nurse, Yvonne, & Louise: Well, look who’s talking / Sitting in the shade

Jules: I trust my cigar is not bothering you / Unfortunately, it never goes out

Soldier (to Companion): It’s good to be together again

Celeste #2: See, I told you they were odd

Celeste #1: Don’t slouch

Louise: He took my glasses

Yvonne: You’ve been eating something sticky

Nurse: I put on rouge today, too…

Frieda: Don’t you ever take a bath?

Old Lady: Nurse! Hand me my fan

Nurse: I can’t

Franz: At least the brat is with her mother

Louise: I heard that!

Jules (to Dot): Do you like tall grass?

Frieda: Hah!

Yvonne: Jules!

Boatman: Bunch of animals…

Dot: I hate these people

All: It’s hot up here / And strange up here / No change up here / Forever

How still it is / How odd it is / And God, it is / So hot!

Soldier: I like the one in the light hat

Dot: Hello George / I do not wish to be remembered / Like this, George, / With them, George / My hem, George / Three inches off the ground / And then this monkey / And these people, George / They’ll argue till they fade / And whisper things and grunt / But thank you for the shade / And putting me in front / Yes, thank you, George, for that… / And for the hat…

Celeste #1: It’s hot up here

Yvonne: It’s hot and it’s monotonous

Louise: I want my glasses!

Franz: This is not my good profile

Celeste #1: I hate this dress

Celeste #2: The soldiers have forgotten us

Celeste #1: Don’t slouch!

Boatman: Animals…

Jules: Are you sure you don’t like tall grass

Nurse: I put on rouge today, too…

Frieda: Don’t you ever take a bath?

Soldier: It’s good to be together again

Old Lady: Nurse, hand me my fan

Dot: It’s hot up here

Yvonne: It’s hot and It’s monotonous

Louise: He took my glasses, I want my glasses!

Franz: This is not my good profile

All: And furthermore, / Finding you’re / Fading / Is very degrading / And God, I am so hot! / Well, there are worse things than sweating / By a river on a Sunday / There are worse things than sweating by a river

Boatman: When you’re sweating in a picture / That was painted by a genius

Franz: And you know that you’re immortal

Frieda: And you’ll always be remembered

Nurse: Even if they never see you

Old Lady: And you’re listening to drivel

Soldier: And you’re part of your companion

Louise: And your glasses have been stolen

Yvonne: And you’re bored beyond endurance

Louis: And the baby has no diapers

Celeste #1 (to Celeste #2): And you’re slouching

Celeste #2: I am not!

Jules: And you are out of all proportion

Dot: And I hate these people!

All: You never get / A breeze up here, / And she’s (he’s) / up here / Forever / You cannot run / Amok up here / You’re stuck up here / In this gavotte

Perspectives don’t / Make sense up here / It’s tense up here / Forever / The outward show / Of bliss up here / Is disappearing dot by dot / And it’s hot!

[

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Sunday_Afternoon_on_the_Island_of_La_Grande_Jatte

and

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunday_in_the_Park_with_George

and, for example, 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa0UE6ifIfo

]

joost5:

“Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte” by Georges Seurat

We talked about Sunday In the Park With George today in Musical Theatre History and now all I want to do is go see this painting in person in Chicago


It was the last performance of Sunday in the Park at the Booth Theatre and we went downstairs, there was a little bar there, and we had a drink.
Stephen said to me at the bar, “Was this a good experience for you?” referring to the whole thing.I said, “Yeah, really great. How ‘bout you?” "Well for me," he said, "it’s just like all the others.""Really? It was just like all the others for you?”"Yeah.""Okay."
I was sort of stunned. Ten years later we did a charity concert for Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS and there we were again in a little drinking bar after that show.


And I said, “Steve, do you remember the conversation we had ten years ago at the Booth Theatre when you said for you it was like all the others, it was just the same? Do you remember that?” "Oh, yeah." "Well, do you know now how full of shit you were?" And he laughed and he said, “Yes, I do.”


- Mandy Patinkin (x)

i’ve already been in contact with a theatre and an açaí café for interviews the first week i get to texas. i haven’t put this much effort into school work (like i should be) in a while. 

brb freaking out about the show I’m directing but like bad rehearsal good show??? maybe?????