April 22, 2007
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Passion Play
Just before Easter, John and I spent a week and a half working on our church’s Passion Play. There are a few hundred cast members, and a large crew, so it’s a churchwide event. I used to be involved in community plays back home, and love what John calls “artsy-fartsy” things, so I jumped right in when I first arrived here. John was a disciple this year for the first time. He’s hidden in the back row wearing orange.
I have worked in makeup for four or five years. It’s a great little group of ladies. The first year I did this, I painted charcoal on the demonaic character. I’ve moved on to beards, but he’s now an up-and-coming filmmaker http://www.myspace.com/perception_films . He still plays the part, and suffers through his injuries every year from jumping and writhing about the stage. This photo is before the blood and scars are applied. And before his crazy mop of hair that takes about thirty bobby pins to apply. Fun stuff.
My makeup guys were Bartholomew (John-boy), King David (context?), and Simon of Cyrene. King David merely needed a tray of hamburgers to look like Burger King, poor dear.
The man who played Peter the disciple has a personality much like the real Peter apparently had. Brash, loud, and loveable. He and his daughter entertained the twins while I makeup-ed. For some reason, the childcare ladies were sheduled to arrive 30 mintutes after first call, so we were always scrambling when we first got there as to who would watch the kids. We had no shortage of volunteers, though. I got that girl’s number–I need a mother’s helper, don’t you agree?
It was an exhausting couple weeks, but very fun and full of memories. The babies handled it well. AK enjoyed going out every night for a while, then bored of it–so she spent a couple evenings near the end with Omie and Papa Bill. John will never admit it, but secretly loved eating trail mix with the rest of the disciples at the last supper. And now you know a little more about us than before.
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Thanks for sharing, honey. Your commentary gives us a feel for the events. Love you, Mom