The Faces of those Who Knew him

I’ve been working for a number of years on a series of dramatic monologues (most of which I have performed myself) from the point of view of people who came into contact with a certain historical person. Some loved him, some hated him, and i have tried to capture that dichotomy in the different readings.

I decided early on in the process that not only would I write the monologues, but I would also illustrate them with portraits of what the speaker might have looked like.

I’m not going to give any more context than that for the time being, but maybe it will whet your appetite, or at the very least pique your interest.

Here, then, are a few examples of the portraits, with one line of monologue to accompany each in the caption.

She was always a strange one, my youngest daughter.
Our journey, at last, nears its end.
Fancy meeting you here, in this God-forsaken place.
It’s dark, and I can’t see as clearly as I once did.
How dare he suggest that I have not done my duty as a host?
I’ve heard that there was another one who became a follower.
But I did say it, and because of it I nearly sent a man to his death.
So it all ends.

That’s enough for now. I’ll post more in the future. In the meantime, I’m listening to Fiddler on the Roof which is my pick for the John Williams work of 1971. I’ll be posting some thoughts on that soon enough.

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