Wednesday, June 03, 2009


Perhaps you have never seen Cynthia Hopkins. Perhaps you missed the last two parts of her Accidental Trilogy. Perhaps you didn't read the glowing New York Times review.


Perhaps you have missed almost all of these unforgettable performances. Perhaps time is running short, and you don't understand how a space opera could be about more than fiction, and unfold the dark secrets of one woman's life, work, and obsessions.


Perhaps there is something happening in a warehouse on the East River that could shake awake your belief in what is possible in the theater, fulfill the old promise that one person's singular vision can still make and matter.


Perhaps whatever you are imagining it is, it is better than that. Perhaps that's a promise.


Perhaps you should go now and see it.